[flashback:]
Jess: I hate the way that tastes.
Reagan: Idea.
Jess: What?
Reagan: Let's go to the pool.
Jess: Is "pool" cocaine? I mean, is "the pool," like, a drug thing? 'Cause I don't "swim." Like, I-I don't judge people who do "swim," but I don't.
Reagan: No, it's a real pool. An actual pool at my apartment, my other apartment. [gasps] [whispers] I have another apartment.
Jess: No, no...
Reagan: It's a secret. Don't tell Nick, don't tell Nick.
Jess: No.
Reagan: Shh.
Jess: Oh, no.
Reagan: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh...
Jess: Okay, well, it's time to do future Jess a solid and black the hell out.