Eleanor: Okay, to understand this, you have to know about my roommate, Madison. She was terrible.
[flashback:]
Eleanor: Hey, Mads, um, I have to go to this stupid work party tonight. Can I borrow your peach dress?
Madison: Aww, that's a hard no, babe. That dress is like twice your salary. All right, I gotta go to the DMV and pick up my vanity plates. Ciao, bitches.
[After Madison leaves, Eleanor sneaks into her wardrobe and puts the dress on. As she tries to zip it up, the fabric tears. Eleanor puts the dress back into plastic cover from the dry cleaner, returns it to the wardrobe and rushes out.]
[present:]
Michael: Well, that's... that's not great, but I assume you confessed and paid to fix it.
Eleanor: Not exactly.
[flashback:]
Madison: Hey, losers, I'm going out. Can you zip me?
Alexis: Dude, that dress is hella ripped.
Madison: What? [Alexis laughs] Oh, that stupid dry cleaner!
Eleanor: Well, that's the risk you take when you keep your clothes clean.
Madison: My mom's a lawyer. Those asswipes are gonna pay.
[present:]
Eleanor: She sued for $900 for the dress and $80 million in emotional distress. The legal fees drove the dry cleaner out of business.
Michael: Oh, boy.