Eleanor: Let's wake him up. You know, so I can, like, be reunited with the man I love. Snappy, snappy, memory fixy.
Matt: The Judge says no one gets unfrozen until she's ruled on the case. Oh, humans have to stay here. You can't see the numbers.
Eleanor: Hang on. I worked my ash off running this neighborhood for a full year, and I'm not even allowed to hear how we did?
Michael: Yes. And here's a bottle of tequila.
Eleanor: Okay, let us know how it goes.