Joe: Eleanor, where have you been?
Eleanor: Oh, hey, man. Sorry, it's been a crazy month. You know, moving was a hassle, and I'm in the middle of a lawsuit, and I ate vegetables for the first time, and I got diarrhea for, like, a week.
Joe: Uh, I know we don't pay a lot, but this is a job, and we need to know we can count on you. We're meeting tonight to discuss long-term strategy for the organization. I really think...
Brittany: Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude. Oh, sorry to interrupt whatever boring crap this is, but dude, you need to get dressed. I got tickets to Taylor Splift. The Taylor Swift reggae cover band. They're terrible. It's gonna be amazing. [chuckles] Mmm.
Eleanor: Yeah, that sounds like more fun. I'ma do that.
Joe: Eleanor!
Eleanor: What?! Aah! What, dude? I've been nothing but good for, like, six months, and all I have to show for it is this crummy apartment, a lawsuit, a loose caboose, and an overdrawn bank account. Being good is for suckers. What do you even get out of it?
Joe: A feeling of fulfillment in your soul.
Eleanor: Gross. That's the grossest sentence I've ever heard, okay? I quit. Eat my farts, Benedict Cumberbatch.