Eleanor: Okay, so what do we do?
Chidi: Mmm.
Eleanor: Oh no, that was your moral quandary grimace, which is different from your gas pain grimace. And different from your someone said "from whence it came" instead of "whence it came" grimace. So, spit it out, man.
Chidi: Well, if this isn't a test, then it's something way worse.
Eleanor: What?
Chidi: A choice that we have to make.
Eleanor: Yeah, you know, why can't one part of the calculation of our eternal fate be easy?
Chidi: I don't know.