Chidi: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Eleanor: This is the Bad Place. I forking knew it! And clam chowder is disgusting. It's just hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons.
Chidi: Okay, but what do we do, panic, freak? I usually panic, but I am happy to freak.
Eleanor: No. We have to stay cool. As my mom always used to say, if a cop handcuffs you to a bike rack, there's always something you can gnaw through.
Chidi: Your mom always said that?