[flashback:]
Michael: You. In here.
Eleanor: Where am I?
Michael: Hell. You're in Hell. Can I ask you something? Have I missed anything in that freaky little noodle of yours? See I... I've studied everything about your life. I know your hopes, your fears, your psychology, your tendencies. I know all your private shames, like that you don't wash your feet in the shower; your first concert was Barenaked Ladies; and you have frequent sex dreams about Sam the Eagle, from the Muppets.
Eleanor: Well, he's very authoritative, and I find that reassuring.
Michael: You keep making crazy choices I don't understand. Am I missing something?
Eleanor: I'm sorry. Can we rewind for a second? Who are you? Who is that guy? Am I dead? Is Sam the Eagle here?
Michael: No. [snaps fingers]