Trevor: Hey, Fake Eleanor, we used this same clown painting to decorate the room you were supposed to live in down there. I swear to Bieber.
Chidi: Wait, what was your house like?
Real Eleanor: Well, I was living in what I assume is Eleanor's worst nightmare. Every day was basically one endless baby shower for a woman I didn't know, but also somehow I had to organize it. And if I didn't remember everyone's name, I got a very strong electric shock.
Trevor: Yep, that was my pitch.