Here are the rules: No staring at your phones, no rolling in two hours late, no sweatpants, no jeans, and no shorts. And everyone bring a bottle of wine.
I’ve never understood: what’s the point of supporting gay rights but nobody else’s rights? Y’know? Or workers’ rights but not women’s rights? It’s, I don’t know, illogical.
“This is what we’ve been looking for since the day we met. Time. That’s what the Good Place really is — it’s not even a place, really. It’s just having enough time with the people you love.”
“Well we think of life like the seasons. So you’re a child until you’re 18 and that’s spring. And then at some point we all do our Pilgrimage, which is between 18 and 36, and that’s summer. And then from, eh - 36 to 54, we’re working age, which is *fall*. And then finally from 54 to 72 you become a mentor.”