Todd: I'm hearing Encanto Octulo this year is gonna be, like, off the chain, but you have to be invited by people who've been... and you guys have both been.
Eliot: Twice.
Todd: Right... Margo, you look so beautiful.
Eliot: [whispering] Uh, I - I can't even-...
Margo: I got this.
[to Todd]
Margo: Tell me your name again.
Todd: Todd.
Margo: Todd. Here's the thing. Encanto Oculto is a solid week of sun, drugs, and magical art. Time stops, reality bends, and you fuck five times a day.
Eliot: On a bad day.
Todd: It sounds awesome.
Margo: It is, Todd. It is awesome, but honestly, you'd end up in a corner alone. Bitter. Bumming everyone out. Like last year at the bacchanal.
Eliot: Poor - Wait, what was his name?
Margo: Umm, Hmm... Todd.
Eliot: Todd. How weird is that? Todd, you don't want to end up like the other Todd.
Todd: What happened to him?
Margo: He just wasn't meant to be there. He moped and whined and brought everything down. Okay, we were a little wrecked, and for fun, someone - - Someone not us...
Eliot: No, not us.
Margo: Turned Todd into a pig.
Eliot: And we ate him.
Todd: Wait, are you guys messing with me right now?
[Margo and Eliot stare in solemn silence]
Todd: Okay. Well, I'm just gonna I'm gonna...
[He leaves, Eliot and Margo laugh hysterically]