Neil: Well, I've got to run. We're having a little thing in the break room for Marisol's birthday. She turning 39,000,000 again. So, if there's nothing else...
Michael: "If there's nothing else"? Neil, be logical. Not one Good Place resident in over 500 years? Not Jonas Salk? Not Harriet Tubman? Not one single Golden Girl? The Bad Place has hacked your system!
Neil: No, it hasn't. How dare you? Frankly, I'm beginning to resent your tone, sir. If you've got a problem, then go to the Good Place and take it up with the Committee. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to the break room, because there's cake over there, and if I don't move quickly, Erika will get the last corner piece. Good day, sir!

Jason: That was awesome! I want to go again!
Eleanor: Where are we?
Michael: We're in the Good Place.
Eleanor: No offense, dude, but you have told us a lot of lies in the last 300 years. So, seriously, where the fork are we? Fork. Shirt. Ash hole. [gasps] Holy forking shirtballs. We're in the Good Place!

Chidi-Janet: This is nuts. We're in a void in the body of a white lady.
Eleanor-Janet: Not a lady.
Tahani-Janet: Not a lady, darling.
Jason-Janet: Well, we are white. Let's all say white people things! Billy Joel. I found it on Etsy. There was nowhere to park. Did you refill the Brita?

Eleanor-Janet: I don't get this, man. Why wouldn't you want to know what our life was like? You're not even a little bit curious what it was like to hit this? I don't mean this this. Although, frankly, I would also hit this this.
Chidi-Janet: I don't want to see those memories because, philosophically speaking, they're none of my business. They happened to someone else. Let me explain. [summons a black board] Take a seat. Conceptions of the self. Let's start with John Locke, who believed that personal identity was based on having a continued consciousness. Essentially, memory. Memories are links in a chain that together form a single self. If I can't remember what happened because it happened to a Chidi from another timeline, it's not a unified me.
Jason-Janet: Just because you don't remember doing something doesn't mean you didn't do it. I have no idea how it happened, but there is definitely a tattoo on my butt that says "Jasom."
Chidi-Janet: That brings us to Derek Parfit.
Tahani-Janet: It does?
Chidi-Janet: Parfit said even if I have memories from an earlier time, that doesn't necessarily mean it was me. After all, if my brain was split in two and each half was put in a different person, which one is me? All I know is that other Chidi doesn't exist anymore, and this one does. So this must be the real Chidi.
Eleanor-Janet: And all I know is that you're just barfing Wikipedia all over everyone to avoid talking about your feelings.
Chidi-Janet: Let's talk about David Hume.

Michael: Is that a Good Janet or a Bad Janet?
Janet: That's a Neutral Janet. She's sort of the black sheep of the Janet world. Or blank sheep, I guess. Ooh, I can throw shade now. That's cool.
Neutral Janet: You've arrived at the Accounting Office. All point calculations for actions taken on Earth are made here. End of conversation.
Michael: My name is Michael. I need to speak with the Head Accountant on official Good Place business.
Neutral Janet: I will inform the Head Accountant of your presence, and he either will or will not see you in a certain amount of time. End of conversation.
Michael: Wow. Good thing your void plan worked out, huh?
Janet: [burps] ♫ Believe in life after love? ♫ [speaks] Oh, having four humans in my void is weird.

Michael: Wow! Ho-ho! Oh, Janet, you did it! You brought us into your void. If I had a heart, it would be pounding.
Janet: Michael...
Michael: You know, you'd think there'd be side effects, but I feel great. How's the hair? Is it still amazing?
Janet: Michael, there may have been some side effects for the humans.
Michael: Huh.
Eleanor-Janet: Dude, why are there so many Janets? And why do I sound like Janet?
Chidi-Janet: You also look like Janet. Do I? Why? What? What is happening? [groans and holds stomach]
Tahani-Janet: Oh, no, am I... wearing a vest? Ooh, Michael, help me!
Michael: This is going to be tricky. How do we even tell them apart?
Jason-Janet: Oh! [points at his breasts and laughs]
Michael: Okay, that one's Jason.

Janet: I can't put the humans back in their own bodies, so I've done the next best, but still not that great, thing.
Tahani-Janet: A high-neck sleeveless? I suppose this outfit will do?
Eleanor-Janet: [sarcastically] Are you sure? I mean, wearing a floral print to an infinite void at this time of the nothing?

Neil: So this is the main feed. Every action by every human on Earth is recorded and then sent here to be assigned a point value based on the absolute moral worth of that action. For example, a couple in Osaka, Japan, just decided to have a destination wedding. Negative 1,200 points. Oh, and it's a destination theme wedding. Negative 4,300. The theme's Lord of the Rings. They're basically doomed. [computer beeps] Ah, here's one. This means that someone has just done something which has never been done before.
Michael: "Richard Moore of Sugarland, Texas, hollowed out an eggplant and filled it with hot sauce and nickels."
Neil: And amazingly, it's not a weird sex thing. 99% of all new human behaviors are weird sex things. But not in this... Oh, no, it is a weird sex thing, yeah. Well, then we zip that over to the relevant departments. In this case, Anastasia in the Stuffed Vegetable Department. We've got Hector over in American Coins, and my dear buddy, Matt, in Weird Sex Things.
Matt: I'm still waiting on a response to the request I filed for immediate suicide.
Neil: Request denied. I love Matty. He's hilarious.
Michael: So, they now examine the action, its use of resources, the intentions behind it, its effects on others.
Neil: Correct. And you end up with this. And here is why tampering is impossible. Because this score is then double-checked by 3 billion other accountants, all chosen at random, and if they all come to the same conclusion, which they always do, it makes this official. Anyone who does this same action in the exact same way loses this many points.

Neil: When people die, their biographical history and final point totals are sent to the relevant destination.
This batch is going to the Bad Place. Thank you, Doris. The system is flawless, and tampering is quite impossible.
Michael: I see. Could we look at one specific file, though, just to make sure?
Neil: Oh, who do you want to see... Genghis Khan? Marie Antoinette? Walt Disney's got some freaky stuff in his file.
Michael: Doug Forcett.

Neil: Here we go, the Book of Dougs. Let's have a look. Doug Forbush, Doug Forcap... Doug L. Forcett. Hey, no peeking. Accountants only.
Michael: Can you just tell me his total so far?
Neil: Looks like he's at 520,000 points. Well done, Doug.
Michael: So that's... that's good?
Neil: Oh, it's excellent. Wait, he's 68 years old? Oh, that's terrible. He's screwed.
Michael: I knew it! Doug has spent his entire life being nothing but good. He once found a dollar on the ground, and he sent it to the Canadian government to help pay down their national debt. And he isn't even close to getting in? How can that be?
Neil: Look, mate, the points are indisputable. They have been since the beginning.
Michael: "Og Gives His Rock to Grog."
Neil: First ever act of human altruism. Og earned 10,000 points that day. Of course, then Grog used that rock to beat Og's brains in and lost a million points. The point is, the math is cold, objective, and airtight, and unless you can prove otherwise, I don't know how I can help you.
Matt: I just got 700 new Weird Sex Thing files in the last one second.
Neil: Oh, yeah, Burning Man just started. Buckle up, Matty. It's going to be a long week.