Winston: Whoa, whoa! Why you taking back your lamp?
Nick: I think you just answered that when you called it my lamp.
Winston: No, man. Squatters' rights.
Nick: What's wrong? You still afraid of the dark?
Winston: What? No. Dude.
Nick: 'Cause, if you are, I'll leave this behind.
Winston: Nick, first of all, I'm not afraid of the dark. But if I were afraid of the dark, that would be a totally rational, adaptive evolutionary response.
Nick: Good night, Winston.
Winston: That's ridiculous. I'm not afraid of the dark.
Nick: Good night, sweetheart. [ghoulish] Unless the monsters get you. [closes door; opens door again to scream]