Reagan: How is it even hotter down here?
Nick: Because the heat stays low, you dummy. It's bad enough that we're down here, I can't explain science to you.
Reagan: I hope that the Chicago Cubs win the World Series while you're in a coma.
Nick: That's one of the meanest things anybody has ever said to me. Now, follow me. I want to leave one set of footprints.
Reagan: That is a perfect plan, but I'm not going to do that.
Nick: [finds the fuse box] Oh, hello, old friend. Funny seeing you here.