Winston: Reagan! [laughs] Ooh, what a coincidence. We're both running! And I've been chasing you for miles like a murderer!
Reagan: I kind of prefer to run alone.
Winston: You see? That's your problem right there. We're roommates now, and in our loft, we do things together, like a family. Ooh, look. A bubbler. [drinks from the water fountain] Oh. Oh. [slurping loudly] Oh, that's so good! Mmm.
Reagan: There's a Band-Aid in there.