Janet: You can sit on that bench as long as you want. Whenever you're ready, you just walk through.
Eleanor: Well, good, 'cause I'm definitely ready. I'm ready. I'm not ready. Damn it, Janet. What the fork? I should be ready and I'm not.
Michael: But I am.
Janet: Michael, what are you doing?
Michael: I'm going through the door. There's nothing left for me to do. I feel sated and complete.
Eleanor: I'm not sure you're thinking this through, dude.
Michael: Yes, I am. A calm has washed over me. Blah, blah, blah. Good-bye. [Michael walks through the arch but nothing happens] Did I go through the wrong way? Wait, wait, just one minute. I know this is gonna look silly but it probably will work.
Eleanor: Michael, what are you doing?
Michael: I am returning my damn essence to the damn fabric of the damn universe. Oh, yeah. Okay. Oh, there we go. It's working now. It's working. I'm leaving. Bye.

Michael: It's not working because you're looking. Stop looking.
Janet: Michael, that door is not for you.
Michael: Why not? I invented the damn thing! You know, this stinks. You guys get to move on, but I am trapped here forever? How's that fair? Oh, I got it. Eleanor, come here. You go through and give me a piggyback. We can trick it.
Eleanor: Ooh, no. Ow! Ow! Ow! Michael, no!
Michael: Hold still... Well, hold...
Eleanor: Michael! All right. Come with me. Fire squids are heavy.
Michael: Yeah. Sorry.

Judge: Cockamamie! That's what I think of your plan. I think it's cockamamie.
Eleanor: I think it's a great plan, and I bet deep down, you do too.
Judge: It sets a bad precedent.
Eleanor: Babe, no one else is ever gonna want to do this. Plus, if they ask, you just say, "Sure, pal, go save every soul in the universe, and then we got a deal." And think about it this way: If you do this, you'll never have to hear from any of us ever again.
Judge: Ooh. Now that is tempting. 'Cause y'all are annoying. I mean, you did save the universe and all, but your tone. It's your tone.
Eleanor: I know.

The Doorman: Hey, Mike. Where you headed today?
Michael: Earth, actually.
The Doorman: Oh. Been a while. Here's the return clicker.
Michael: No need. One-way trip.
The Doorman: Wow. Okay. Good luck.
Michael: Thank you. I have something for you.
The Doorman: Yeah? [Janet places a cage with a frog on The Doorman's desk] He's real! [laughs] It's real! He's a real frog!
Michael: Yes, it sure is. [both laugh]
The Doorman: Thank you. And you know what? I got the perfect name for him. Mr. Jumpy Legs.
Michael: Oh. I thought you were gonna... Never mind.