Nick: Game time, folks. Hands up, pants up. Reagan is moving in today and I don't want her thinking that we're making a big fuss about it. Hey, Schmidty, what are you doing, bud?
Schmidt: I'm opening up a subtle Montepulciano. It's a welcoming wine.
Nick: Put out nothing! Be cool. [Schmidt groans] Winston, when she gets here, act casually. Pretend like you didn't even know she was coming.
Winston: [dramatic]: As I live and breathe, Raisin?! Ah, did I say, "Raisin"?
Cece: Yeah.
Nick: Too weird. Go practice in your room. I'm very mad at you. Go.
Cece: What is happening?
Nick: It needs to look messier. It needs to look messy.
Cece: You are having a... ... straight up anxiety attack right now.