Michael: Anyway, my current theory is that some object in the neighborhood is a design flaw which is causing everything to go haywire. So we need to find that object. We're gonna start with the rocks. Now, I've investigated all of the rocks in the neighborhood. These 78 are the most suspicious.
Eleanor: Maybe to an architect, they might look suspicious, but to me, they just look like rocks, so I'm not sure how I can help.
Michael: Do any of them look defective? Sinister? You know, like they're taunting you? Always one step ahead? You devious little monsters, you.
Eleanor: Okay, let's take a deep breath here, buddy. You need to chill a little. 'Cause you have a very psycho, "burnout guy muttering to himself at a library computer" type vibe.
Michael: It's my responsibility to solve the problem. What else can I do except keep working?
Eleanor: You could stop working. Look, I promised to help you, and honestly, the way I can help you is to force you to take a break.
Michael: And not working will help me work?
Eleanor: Yes! Recharge the old batteries. I promise this is gonna help both of us. Let's go.
Michael: Okay. Let's keep our eyes peeled for twigs that may have a nefarious agenda.
Eleanor: Okay, crazy, come on.