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Eleanor: Oh, sorry you got an actual human being instead of your true soul mate, a library cart full of damp saltines.
Chidi: You are unbelievable! I don't know what I did to...
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Chidi: ...deserve you.
Eleanor: Believe it, baby. I'm all yours. At least until something better comes along. For me. You've pretty much topped out.
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Eleanor: You okay?
Chidi: No. I have to give Michael a new draft of my thesis and I'm a mess. Will you help me?
Eleanor: Woof! You want my help with philosophy? You must be in rough shape. I mean, yes, of course. I'm here for you. What do you need?
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Eleanor: I need someone to help guide me, morally speaking, and I think I need it to be you.
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Eleanor: There's a real possibility that I'm in love with you again, here on this plane of existence, uh, today, now.
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Eleanor: We found each other before, hundreds of times. We can do it again.
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Eleanor: Bye, Chidi.