Shawn: Time is up. In preparation for your trip to the Bad Place, please put on these fedoras.
Tahani: Oh, no. Well, no use delaying the inevitable. We surrender. Together.
Eleanor: Chidi, Tahani, we're back to save your souls. [panting] Real weird vibe in here. Was definitely expecting some applause.
Michael: You're too late. You... you missed the cut-off.
Eleanor: But we're here. We came here as fast as we could, and we're here. So... now what?
Shawn: [sighs wearily] What is the most logical decision? I made my initial ruling. I established a deadline. The deadline was missed. Now the original perpetrators are here. This is exhausting. I just want to go back to my container of goo and go to sleep. The Bad Place is owed two people. In my opinion, which is an objective fact in this case and all cases always and forever, you have all done bad things since you arrived here, therefore I don't care which two of you go. You can decide. You have 30 minutes.