Eleanor: So, how bad is contestant number one? Murderer? War criminal? Instagram DJ?
Michael: Uh, yeah, uh...
Eleanor: Are you okay?
Michael: Mm-hmm. Yep. Just a little jittery. Last time I designed a neighborhood, things didn't really go according to plan.
Eleanor: Eh, plans are for wimps. We should have done this Shellstrop-style: Don't prepare at all, get drunk the morning of the test, BS our way through it, and then brag about how we didn't even study and still got a C-plus.