Michael: I am so honored by this gesture. This feels right. This will be my new purpose. Everything's falling into place.
Chuck: Great, let's get to it. Just put on this ceremonial robe.
Michael: Ha!
Drew: Boy, do you have the shoulders for a robe.
Daisuke: Just sign this scroll.
Michael: I've never signed my name before. What signature type to choose? A "Doctor Blob," or no, "Athlete who doesn't really care about the kid." Oh, wait, no. "Middle school girl with crush on Zac Efron." That way, I can put a little heart over the "I".
Chuck: Perfect, and here is your official medal.
Michael: Now I know what Mary Lou Retton feels like.
Chuck: And great, now you are officially in charge of the Good Place.
Michael: I'm sorry. "In charge"?
Chuck: Yup, you're the boss now. That was all legally binding, and we all quit, effective immediately. That is irreversible, so it's all your problem now. Don't try to find us, no take-backs. Okay, bye-bye!