Janet Quote #122
Quote from Janet in Pandemonium
Eleanor: Hi, Janet. Can you just, you know, like, tell me the answer?
Janet: Sorry?
Eleanor: You know, the answer to everything. You know all there is to know in the universe. Crunch the numbers. Tell me the answer. What's the point of love if it's just gonna disappear? And how is it worse to not love anybody? There has to be meaning to existence, otherwise the universe is just made of pain, and I don't like the thought of that, so tell me the answer.
Janet: I know how you feel. Back on Earth, I had to watch Jason have no recognition of me. It felt like... right before someone pushes a plunger and murders you.
Eleanor: Sure.
Janet: The more human I become, the less things make sense. But that's part of the fun, right?
Eleanor: What do you mean?
Janet: If there were an answer I could give you to how the universe works, it wouldn't be special. It would just be machinery fulfilling its cosmic design. It would just be a big, dumb food processor. But since nothing seems to make sense, when you find something or someone that does, it's euphoria. In all this randomness and this pandemonium, you and Chidi found each other, and you had a life together. Isn't that remarkable?
The Good Place Quotes
‘Pandemonium’ Quotes
Quote from Eleanor
Eleanor: Yes, we will no longer be together. The Bad Place has pulled off the most intricate cork-blork of all time. Hmm, it's a nice touch that the cursing filter maintains the rhyme. I appreciate that attention to detail.
Quote from Michael
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."
Quote from Michael
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.