Chidi: So how did you not realize you had the wrong Eleanor?
Michael: Oh, we don't know what people look like... only names and profiles. On Earth, they're just dots on a map.
Trevor: Whatever, we got our wires crossed, we picked up the wrong dot, blah, blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Point is, there are two Eleanors. The nice, boring one is yours. The trash bag is ours... So, trash bag, let's go. Wh... Let's hit it. And also... I'm still waiting on that smile, gorgeous.
Michael: Trevor.
Trevor: Where's that smile?
Michael: Trevor, how about we negotiate? Maybe give you something else.
Trevor: What in the world could you have that we would want?
Michael: All right, how about a unicorn? Right? I bet you don't have one of those.
Trevor: No, that is true, yeah. [laughs] Might be fun to skin it alive, eat its raw flesh, maybe break off the horn, grind it up, snort it. Okay, let's keep talking. Yeah.