Cece: Hi, honey. I am so sorry. You must be hungry. Right? No worries, 'cause Uncle Nick has your sandwich.
Nick: I do. I have your sandwich. Here you go.
Ruth: You ate it.
Nick: The truth is I sat on it. [chuckles] Maybe I took a bite. I took a couple bites. I ate a lot of it.
Cece: You know what? It gonna be... Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. She is going full armadillo. I need my phone. Give me my phone.
Nick: Well, I'm her godfather. I'm not a fisherman's vest.
Cece: No. What you are is the human equivalent of the crack between two couch cushions.