Nick: I like getting older. I feel like I'm finally aging into my personality.
[flashback to Nick reading a comic on his front step as Frisbee lands beside him:]
Young Nick: Keep this crap out of my yard! And turn that nonsense down!
[present:]
Nick: They never did get that Frisbee back. I used that Frisbee as a dish. [chuckles]
Jess: Seriously?
Nick: I used it for pistachios in my room.