Trevor: Hey, E-dog, get over here. It's trivia night. First round questions are all about Logan Paul and you know I'm Lo-gang for life.
Eleanor: [softly] Go put your head up your own butt.
Trevor: What?
Eleanor: What?
Trevor: What?

Trevor: Hey, Fake Eleanor, we used this same clown painting to decorate the room you were supposed to live in down there. I swear to Bieber.
Chidi: Wait, what was your house like?
Real Eleanor: Well, I was living in what I assume is Eleanor's worst nightmare. Every day was basically one endless baby shower for a woman I didn't know, but also somehow I had to organize it. And if I didn't remember everyone's name, I got a very strong electric shock.
Trevor: Yep, that was my pitch.

Trevor: I can't believe you thought you could pretend to be Real Eleanor. She's like a perfect ball of light, and you're like a... wet pile of mulch. Someone made a person out of wet mulch and leaves and, like, dead slugs, and that's you.

Trevor: Hey, gang! I just had a neat idea. Let's all go sight seeing.
Jason: Dope!
Trevor: Yeah, we can check out Sydney get to know each other, bond. What do you say, E-Street Band, you up for a Segway tour of... [Australian accent] Australia, mate? This is a knife, on the barbie.
Eleanor: Cool idea. I'm just worried that maybe it's too cool. I think I'm just gonna find the nearest bar, have one or eight drinks and hit the hay.
Trevor: Even better, we'll all go "bend an elbow". Actually, I know the perfect place for homesick Americans!

Trevor: So, Ellie Baby. Brainstorm. We should get a house! Me, you, Tahani, Jason, we should all go in together on a place! Roomies!
Jason: Roomies!
Eleanor: That is... technically an idea.
Trevor: I think it would be "supes" fun. We could play pranks on each other for my vlog.
Eleanor: No.
Trevor: We could do one of those ice bucket challenges that I sent you.
Eleanor: I don't think so.
Trevor: Or maybe just a Harlem Shake? I like to cook. And I have been dying to experiment-
Eleanor: Please stop.
Trevor: [Jamaican accent] ...with Jamaican food, man.
Eleanor: Please stop now!
Trevor: I like-a Jamaican food. Listen to the reggae and smoke da joint. [normal voice] That's a Jamaican accent.

Trevor: Hey, "El-Train"... you think with all these new Star Wars movies they'll finally make a new Spaceballs?
Eleanor: I'm sorry, I'm getting a text, and I have to take this.

Judge: Michael, how many times did I say you could go down to Earth?
Michael: Actually, you weren't 100% explicit...
Judge: One time! I said you could go down there, save their lives start the new time line and then come back here to observe them. One time! Is what I said. Uno! One!
Trevor: Your Honor, I have to say, I support you one "hundo" percent. I mean, what Michael did is unbelievable. Now, granted, I also tricked the Doorman and snuck down to Earth but what are we gonna do... [The Judge flings Trevor into the void]

Trevor: [clipping toenails] Fire in the hole... watch your heads, ladies. My dudes tend to boomerang around the room.

Michael: Hello, Trevor.
Trevor: Hey, there he is. Good to see you again, Mikey. Hey, think fast, I brought you something.
Michael: Oh, nuts, thank you. [fiery snakes shoot out when Michael opens it] Oh! [laughter] Oh, flaming snake ate all the nuts you brought me.
Trevor: [groans] You're too nice to humiliate.

Trevor: Oh, hello. Hi, you look like a piece of crap, are... are you Eleanor? Dude, you're like a legend in the Bad Place. You're... Check this out. Huh?
All: "Dress Bitch"!
Trevor: It's pretty great, right?
Michael: Trevor... Do you know what caused this mistake? 'Cause I cannot figure it out.
Trevor: No, we're stumped, but, uh, don't sweat it, champ. She's definitely one of ours. So we'll just roll on out, and you can get back to, uh, putting rainbows up your butt or whatever you do here. Okay? Let's hit it, sweetheart. We got a long ride.
Eleanor: What? Right now?
Michael: Trevor, for decency's sake, let her have some good-byes.
Trevor: [groans] God, good people are the worst. Okay, uh, 30 minutes. We gotta get back for The Bachelor. I'm gonna be pissed if I miss the Rose Ceremony.