Eleanor: I know you're trying to think of ways to save every soul who's ever lived and whatnot, but, um, we may only have a half hour left to exist, so I just wanted to check in with you vis-a-vis... us.
Chidi: Oh, okay, yeah. Cool. I love you.
Eleanor: Whoa. Really?
Chidi: Yeah. I love you. So, uh, do you love me?
Eleanor: Yeah, I do.
Chidi: Well, then, cool! You and I are on our way to Coolsville.
Eleanor: You seem oddly sure, which is unlike you, but... it's kind of doing it for me. Should we get out of here? No, but I like the confidence.
Chidi: Well, when you have a thousand different versions of yourself over multiple timelines fused and instantly placed into your consciousness, it gives you a real sense of clarity.
Michael: You saw the time knife, huh?
Chidi: Yep. Saw the time knife. It was neat. Okay, let's save humanity, shall we? Can one of you Janets get me a chalkboard and a copy of Judith Shklar's "Ordinary Vices?" Oh, and maybe some warm pretzels. If we going out, I'm going out with a belly full of warm pretzels. Yummy, yum, yum. Yummy!