Janet: You can sit on that bench as long as you want. Whenever you're ready, you just walk through.
Eleanor: Well, good, 'cause I'm definitely ready. I'm ready. I'm not ready. Damn it, Janet. What the fork? I should be ready and I'm not.
Michael: But I am.
Janet: Michael, what are you doing?
Michael: I'm going through the door. There's nothing left for me to do. I feel sated and complete.
Eleanor: I'm not sure you're thinking this through, dude.
Michael: Yes, I am. A calm has washed over me. Blah, blah, blah. Good-bye. [Michael walks through the arch but nothing happens] Did I go through the wrong way? Wait, wait, just one minute. I know this is gonna look silly but it probably will work.
Eleanor: Michael, what are you doing?
Michael: I am returning my damn essence to the damn fabric of the damn universe. Oh, yeah. Okay. Oh, there we go. It's working now. It's working. I'm leaving. Bye.