Nick: What a wonderful day. Quick reminder: We are dying. [gives Reagan a thumbs up] I wrote this, every word. All of that. My hard work, not yours. It's not a competition. If everybody could stop looking at me, that'd be really great. If you guys wouldn't mind just closing your eyes, as if you were at some sort of a show where you were asked to close your eyes.
Man: What?
Nick: Thank you. Do you mind looking down, sir?
Reagan: [whispering] Nick.
Nick: All of these are for sale. [walks off] What's that? Yeah... coming.
Man: Is that it?
Host: Um...
Nick: Don't worry about me, I live here now.