Jess: I told you I didn't want a Rumspringa. This might've worked when you were 20, but we're adults now, and you can't handle adult problems by forgetting about them.
Nick: You're right. Maybe I handle my problems like a child. Maybe I decorate my room like a child. I mean, I even undress like a child. Do you think that's what Reagan was getting at about my room?
Jess: Yeah.
Nick: Do you think Reagan thinks I'm a child?
Jess: Mm-hmm.
Nick: Okay, now I'm freaking out! And I'm usually the rock of this group. Once you lose old Nicky Miller, the whole thing falls apart.