Tahani: Who can convince her that this actually is the afterlife? We need someone authoritative and reassuring, like Nelson Mandela or Sir Patrick Stewart. Or really any of my old racquetball partners would do.

Michael: I think you look great. Professional, serious. A proper team leader.
Eleanor: It does make me feel authoritative, like that chick from Law and Order. "Well, boys, looks like we got ourselves an SVU." I've never seen the show.

Eleanor: Hey, Simone, everything okay?
Simone: Yeah, well, no... Well, actually, it doesn't matter. None of this is real.
Eleanor: Sorry?
Simone: I'm a neuroscientist, so I get what's going on here. You know, clearly, I was in some kind of horrible accident, I'm on my deathbed, and this entire thing is just a hallucination constructed by my damaged brain as it slowly shuts down. It's not real, so I'm just gonna wander around until I wake up or die. See ya later, figments of my imagination!
Eleanor: She's just gonna go get some popcorn from the... river. There's a popcorn river. I'll show you guys later. Uh, she said keep going without her, so let's roll it. Janet, make a popcorn river. Everyone else, meet at Mindy's in ten minutes.