Eleanor: A car? He got a car?
Michael: Okay. Well, back to the drawing board.
Eleanor: If we want him to understand he doesn't belong here, we don't need a drawing board. We need to bust him open like a pinata.
Michael: We tried that in the Bad Place. The goo that comes out doesn't taste as good as candy.
Eleanor: No, dude, metaphorically.
Michael: Ah.
Eleanor: Although, there is another Bad Place strategy that might work very well here.
Michael: I don't know if that's the right move.
Eleanor: It's our only move. And we're doing it tomorrow.