Chidi: My stomach's in knots and I'm stress-grinding my teeth, and it feels like my soul is being suffocated. You know, just your standard paradise stuff. How about you?
Angelique: It's been a little uncomfortable. I think Pedro maybe heard you say... that thing you were gonna say.
Chidi: Oh, no. I'm so sorry. I... But I have to ask. Do you feel the way I feel?
Angelique: We can't talk about this.
Chidi: Well, I know, but if the numbers were that close, Angelique, I think I'm supposed to...
Angelique: Stop! Please don't make this harder than it already is, Chidi.