Eleanor: I think Chidi's gonna leave.
Michael: Really? Did he say he was ready?
Eleanor: He didn't say exactly that, but he's getting close. I can tell. I need to do something to shake things up, you know? Light a spark. Oh! Janet?
Janet: [appears] Hi, there.
Eleanor: Hi. I think Chidi's almost ready to walk through the door, and I need to keep him here, so, um, can you make me a bed shaped like a giant highlighter and, like, a sexy edible valedictorian robe?
Michael: No, I think this calls for something spiritual.
Eleanor: Ah, okay, but if I do this right, my man's gonna be talking to God. You know what I mean? Wait, what do you mean?