[flashback:]
Henry: Hey, Chidi. You sit in on my class today?
Chidi: Uh, I did, yeah. Great lecture, by the way... so bleak.
Henry: Thanks, bud. It's actually perfect that you are here. I got something for you.
Chidi: Oh, my God.
Henry: You loved mine so much, I decided to get you your own pair. We can be boot brothers.
Chidi: Wow. I can't accept these. They're too expensive.
Henry: Sure you can. Try 'em on, mate. The fact that you liked mine so much really made me feel like I made the right choice to buy them. After all, why should I have all the fun and boots, eh?
Chidi: I-I don't... I don't know.
Henry: Those look great. Take 'em for a spin. You're flying.
Chidi: Mm, thanks.

Michael: Janet... who murdered you?
Chidi: [groans] Oh. Oh, no.
Eleanor: Shh, okay.
Janet: Hello.
Michael: Yes, hello. Oh, yeah. Uh, her memory must have been wiped clean, so now she's gonna have to re-upload all the knowledge in the universe, which will only take a few days.

[flashback:]
Chidi: Henry, are you all right? What happened?
Henry: I have an aneurysm. Requires emergency surgery. Doctor's give me a 50/50 chance. So, if there's anything you need to say to me, you should do it now.
Chidi: Oh, well... actually, um... They let you wear your boots in here?
Henry: They're the only things that bring me comfort. What did you want to say to me?
Chidi: Oh, um... just that I'm here and I love you, man.
Henry: I love you, too, boot brother.
Chidi: Okay.

[flashback:]
Henry: Chidi! You didn't have to stay here all night.
Chidi: So surgery went well? All clear?
Henry: Right as rain, buddy.
Chidi: That is so, so, so great. I hate your boots.
Henry: What?
Chidi: I told you that I loved your boots three years ago, and I was lying, and that lie has haunted me ever since, and people tried to tell me it was fine... just a nice, little white lie in the form of social niceties... but I disagreed, and then yesterday I thought you were gonna die, but now you're not dead, and I can finally be honest and say that those boots are terrible and hideous and I hate them. Whoo!
Henry: This is why everyone hates moral philosophy professors.
Chidi: Yeah, I know. And I get it.

Chidi: I don't care that she came back or that we did it for a good reason. I can't live with this lie. I'm going to confess to the murder of Janet.
Eleanor: [laughs] What?

Eleanor: Dude, why? Janet is fine. We didn't harm her at all.
Chidi: We didn't? Hey, Janet?
Janet: [appears] Hello.
Jason: Hello.
Janet: Hello.
Chidi: Janet, would you please recite the English alphabet?
Janet: A-B... Janet.
Eleanor: She knows her A-B-Janets.
Chidi: She literally knew everything in the universe, and now she's a baby. And even if she were okay, it would be too painful for me to live with these lies.

Chidi: Fine. I won't say anything because I promised to help you, and the moral implications... Of everything that we've done are so complicated that I may never untangle them, but I hate lying. I always have, and this is going to eat me up inside forever. You might be able to shrug this off, and forget about it, but I never will.

Janet: Hello.
Jason: Hi.
Janet: Hello.
Jason: Hi.
Janet: Hello.
Eleanor: Jianyu!

Tahani: Michael, Janet said you wanted to speak to me. Well, actually, she was just drooling a lot and saying "hello" over and over again, but she did point at you.
Michael: I owe you an apology.
Tahani: Oh, no. No, you don't. No, um... but please continue.
Michael: You were only trying to help. You're a wonderful person, and if I ever do have a retirement party, I hope you plan it.