Winston: Hey, buddy, we doing all right?
Nick: Yeah, never better. Aly saw my ass in space, Reagan still wants to have phone sex with me, and I just panic-ordered $200 worth of Chinese food.
Winston: You know what, man? That's on me, I... I pushed you to use my style when I should have encouraged you to use your own.
Nick: Winston, if I had any style, I would call my girlfriend instead of using my best friend's electronic sex shed.