Michael: Hang on. I'm not giving up yet. Let's have an old-fashioned brainstorming session. We'll get Chinese food, and we'll throw pencils and stick them in the ceiling, and someone will say something innocuous and I'll say, "Wait... Say that again."

Eleanor: Okay, listen. There's a guy out there who's awake and doesn't know what's happening, okay? You gotta pull it together. You've got this.
Michael: No, I absolutely do not. I'm not meant for any of this, Eleanor. I'm just middle management! [Eleanor shushes him] What if I fail? It'll be like the failure to end all failures. It'll be... an epic fail. Is my tie getting tighter, or is my neck getting fatter somehow? Oh! This is what we do. We tell the judge we have to cancel the experiment because I have a fat neck. She'll understand.

Eleanor: Pandemonium is from Paradise Lost. Milton called the center of hell, "Pandemonium," meaning, "place of all demons." Chidi tricked me into reading Paradise Lost by telling me Satan was, and I quote, "my type." A big, mean, bald guy with a goatee. I mean, he wasn't wrong.
Janet: Oh, no. That's very on brand for you.
Eleanor: I guess all I can do is embrace the pandemonium, find happiness in the unique insanity of being here, now.
Janet: We'll do this together. In the words of the man that I love, "I got you, dog."
Eleanor: Thanks, Janet.
Janet: Mmm.
Eleanor: You know, for a robot, you make a really good girl friend.
Janet: I'm one out of three of those things, but thank you. Good luck.