Winston: I mean, Aly and I have got it down to an art.
Nick: Really? 'Cause I'm... I'm really struggling. In New Orleans, Reagan and I had such an easy time talking, but now there's so much pressure that we just text.
Winston: Just talk on the phone.
Nick: I hate talking on the phone, Winston. I feel like I'm exposing my turd pipe.
Winston: What?
Nick: I just know that I feel cold and I'm terrified.