Michael: Hang on, how did you draw that conclusion? You just watched yourself fall in love with Chidi.
Eleanor: No, I didn't, I watched a puppeteer pull a bunch of strings to make us think we were in love. You said it yourself, you made it all up.
Michael: Okay, yes. I put you and Chidi in close proximity, because I needed you to drive each other crazy. But I never intended for you to fall in love.
Eleanor: Once you made us bond, the romance was inevitable. It's a basic reality show playbook. Put a bunch of attractive young people in stressful situations, so they act like idiots and have sex with each other. This is all just... determinism.
Michael: What?