Chidi: Brought you some water. Well, I mean, there's not a kitchen, but I found this kind of glowing bowl with liquid in it? Maybe it was a toilet. I'm gonna throw this out.
Chidi: What are you doing?
Eleanor: Trying to jimmy the lock, but everything I stick in here just turns to glitter. Ugh.
Chidi: All right, forget about the door. Look at me. Right now, we're together in heaven basically. And we're in love. Compared to some of the other stuff that's happened to us, it could be worse.
Eleanor: I guess "try and enjoy this" is a better plan than "have the anxiety sweats." Oh, check it out... straight through my sweatshirt.
Chidi: Cool. Hey. I have an idea to take your mind off the door. Let's go on a date.
Eleanor: What?
Chidi: No, I'm serious. Why not have our first date four Oreos away from paradise?
Eleanor: You still wanna go out with me after I just showed you my anxiety sweats? Man, you must really be into me.