Eleanor: Hey, I got you a present.
Chidi: What?
Eleanor: Senegal.
Chidi: That's not a present; that's just common decency.
Eleanor: Yeah, but I forkin' nailed it.
Chidi: Good talk.
[Eleanor notices a piece of paper being slipped under her front door. She walks over and picks it up. It reads "You don't belong here." Eleanor rushes out of her front door to try catch the person who left the note. There's nobody there.]
Eleanor: Ah, shirt.