Michael: I can get us there.
Eleanor: Us? You, Mr. Diabolical Torture Guy are gonna try to join us in the Good Place?
Michael: Yeah, if I stay in the Bad Place, I'm doomed. But if I rescue four pitiful, foul-smelling humans from eternal damnation... hit 'em with the big puppy dog eyes. "Please, sir, take pity on me, I've changed..." and all that crap, maybe I can earn a spot, too.
Chidi: We didn't deserve the Good Place based on our time on Earth. Will they even let us stay?
Michael: I gotta be honest, I have no idea. But at least if you help me fool Vicky, your brains don't get erased every two weeks.
Eleanor: Okay, all humans who have not already been suckered by Michael, another team meeting.