[flashback:]
Eleanor: You need me to lie to old people and scare them into buying fake allergy medicine. I get it, man. Which one's my desk?
Wallace: That one, over there. All you gotta do is hit your minimal sales target every week.
Eleanor: Cool. And you guys don't have any lame, mandatory office hangouts, right?
Wallace: Hell no. Some people go out for a drink after work, and I like to run the occasional group drill to see how fast we can shred evidence, but that's it. Most days, you'll be able to avoid even talking to another person here.
Eleanor: Perfect. Happy to be a part of the not-team.
Wallace: It'll be a pleasure not hanging out with you.