Eleanor: Fork me. That was a disaster. How did that go so wrong?
Jason: Well, for one thing, Brent got super wasted. We should've cut him off.
Janet: Nobody gets cut off in the Good Place. If he asks for beer, I give him a beer. I'm just glad he stopped asking me to go to dinner so we could discuss my career.

Eleanor: Man, we haven't done a successful activity in, like, three weeks. We're ice cold.
Michael: Guys, give yourself a break. They're getting better. Brent stopped saying "Daddy like" all the time. That's something.
Eleanor: Something feels off. All right, we need new ideas. I say we hole up here for an all-night brainstorming session.
Michael: Now just hang on. We're working really hard, and we need to relax occasionally, or we're gonna just burn out. So let's just, you know, clear our brain, watch a movie, or... Oh! We'll have a slumber party.

Michael: Whoever you are, show yourself.
Glenn: Oh. Hold on. The hood is caught in my glasses. Hi. I'm Glenn from the Bad Place.
Michael: What are you doing here?
Eleanor: Yeah, what do you want, creep?
Glenn: No one knows I'm here, and I have some important information. Eleanor, I need to speak with you alone.
Eleanor: Whatever you need to say to me, you can say right here.
Glenn: I don't think I should. It would lead to a very uncomfortable social situation.
Eleanor: Say it.
Glenn: That's not Michael. That's Vicky the Demon in a Michael suit. And she's sabotaging your experiment. You see? It's uncomfortable.

Eleanor: All right, just sit there quietly until we sort all this out.
Glenn: If it's not too much trouble, could I get a hot glass of pig urine?
Eleanor: [to Michael] We need to talk.
Glenn: Or... I'm not picky. Whatever urine you have is fine.

Michael: Eleanor, you have to believe me. I'm Michael. He's lying.
Eleanor: Calm down, dude. I trust you. But I'm gonna make Glenn think I don't trust you. [Michael sighs] Somehow this has to be related to the problems we've been having here. And we need to figure out what game they're playing.
Michael: Ooh, that's good. I like the way you think, Shellstrop. [loudly] I mean, I hate the way you think, Shellstrop! [quietly] Is he buying it?
Eleanor: He's not looking.

Tahani: Eleanor, perhaps we should call The Judge. Glenn was telling the truth.
Eleanor: No, The Judge said if anything else went wrong, she would reset the whole experiment. We are not calling her unless we have no other choice, and I am locking you two jamokes in separate rooms until we get to the bottom of this.
Michael: [groans] [loudly] I'm very upset about this development.
Eleanor: I'm serious, man. This is happening.
Michael: Oh. [softly] I'm very upset about this development.

Eleanor: I have to say, we've had a lot of misfires recently, and Michael has been acting suspiciously. Like tonight, when I wanted to work, and he just wanted to have a slumber party instead?
Jason: To be fair to Mike, slumber parties rule. And why would we trust Glenn? He's a demon.
Eleanor: So is Michael. Demons can be good.
Jason: Right. Okay. So it's decided. We trust both of them.
Eleanor: Okay. Predictably, this was unhelpful.

Eleanor: So, to recap, you found out the Bad Place made a Michael suit, freaked out, didn't tell us why, and then later, you lied to me about why you freaked out?
Tahani: And then you lied again just a few minutes ago when you said that you never got a call from Shawn.
Michael: Yes, but that lie was only to cover my two earlier lies. I mean, that's gotta be okay, right?
Eleanor: What?
Michael: Eleanor, don't you see what they're doing? Shawn sent Glenn to undermine our trust in each other so you'll call The Judge and restart the experiment.
Eleanor: Well, I have no reason not to believe you, other than the three very recent examples we just laid out.

Derek: [appears] Oh, hey, sorry. I just needed to grab this. You know, it's chime time.

Eleanor: There's gotta be a way to figure out if that's the real Michael. Is there a way you can make some sort of demon lie detector?
Janet: Oof. I don't know. The Janet babies are still draining me, and I just had to put down Daisy the horse blob, which was exhausting... emotionally and physically. She fought back. I won't get into details. I had to twist her head off. Sorry. No more details. She did thrash. She thrashed.