Michael: Walk me through this, Brent. I'm not sure we follow.
Brent: Well, I've been feeling this way for a while now. I mean, this can't be all the afterlife has to offer, not to the cream of the crop. I mean, if this is heaven, then where are my guys? Where's Scotty and Schultzy and Porcupine? Where's White Guillermo, and where is Mexican William and what about Squirtman?
Eleanor: Well, he makes a good point. What about Squirtman?
Brent: Also, frankly, my assistant Janet is a little uptight. I mean, she hasn't worn any of my gifts.
Michael: Have you been asking Janet to make herself clothes, that you give back to her?
Eleanor: Yeah, you're doing the math right there, bud.
Brent: Look, this chaos, which is clearly all about me, is a sign. If this is the Good Place, I belong in the Best Place. So, figure it out, get back to me. Okay? [walks off]
Eleanor: [to Michael] I'm gonna go punch a wall with my head. I'll meet up with you later.