Eleanor: That was insane, but we got through it together.
Tahani: No, we didn't. You got through it. I almost ruined it a hundred times. From now on, I'm just gonna stick to throwing parties 'cause it's the only thing I'm good at. [Eleanor scoffs and fake sobs] Hey! What?
Eleanor: When I said throw a party, I didn't mean a pity party.
Tahani: This isn't a pity party. I'm genuinely sad. The only thing I can do is throw pointless parties. You run the entire neighborhood. You're so capable. I have seen you get stuck in any manner of crazy situation, and you always figure a way out.
Eleanor: Yeah, man, because I have had to scrape and claw my way through life, and you grew up in a castle full of diamond lamps and golden pillow cases. You never learned how to think on your feet. Look, if the roles were reversed and I had to throw a fancy party to save all of humanity, I promise we'd be screwed because I wouldn't know what salad fork to put next to the... whatever spoon.
Tahani: The Whatever Spoon is really only used for certain festive jellies.
Eleanor: See? Babe, the dodos in that house are literally the four most important human beings in the universe. I wanted you to take care of them because I trust you. Plus, your parties aren't pointless. They're opportunities for them to bond and form friendships. You know, the thing we need them to do so we're not all tortured forever?
Tahani: You're right, and thank you. But if we ever get through this, I want to learn how to do something meaningful. A real skill. Something helpful and fulfilling.
Eleanor: Okay, man, if we survive this, I promise I will support you while you learn to weld or whatever. Deal?
Tahani: Deal.