Michael: Trust me, don't trust me, it doesn't matter. We're running out of time, and I'm your only option.
Eleanor: We're running out of time and I'm your only option? A lot of guys your age said that to me just as the bar was about to close. But I never settled for them. Because my ex-boyfriend lived nearby, he was obsessed with me and he never slept because he was addicted to Adderall. There is always another option. You guys do whatever you want. I'm out.
Michael: No! My plan only works if all four of you are on board.
Eleanor: Then you better get cracking on a new plan, pally, because so far, I haven't heard a single good reason why I should help you.
Michael: All right, how about this? You help me trick Vicky and all those other goons, I can get you to the real Good Place.