Trevor: [laughs] I lighted him on fire, and he never spoke again.
Eleanor: You know, maybe I'm not as great as Real Eleanor, but I'm better than I used to be. I'm medium-good. Why haven't you forkers invented a medium place?
Trevor: Look, I know you've been trying to become a "better person," I mean, you didn't want to get caught. I get it. But I read your file... You don't belong here. I mean, she spent her weekends breaking up dog fighting rings. You once saw a meter maid writing you a ticket, and you barked like a dog till she ran away. I mean, honestly, you'll be happier in the Bad Place. I mean, don't get me wrong, you'll be miserable. We will torture you, but you'll also be happier because you won't have to keep trying to fit in somewhere you just don't belong.
Eleanor: [exhales] A'ight. Let's go.
Trevor: Okay, hold on, I have to ask: is this thing gonna happen? You and me?
Eleanor: Ew, no, gross.
Trevor: Okay, you know I had to ask, babe.