Aly: Hey, so Reagan's in your room, packing up her stuff. What'd you say to her?
Nick: Nothing. I-I didn't say anything. I just, uh, crawled out from under the bed where I was hiding. She said, "It's over," which makes sense, and then I came in here, and this is now my fifth beer in as many minutes.
Aly: I'm impressed.
Nick: No, you shouldn't be. I once drank nine beers in five minutes.
Aly: I hear that cry for help, but I meant the breakup.