Nick: Winston is the loft warrior. I'm kind of the rock of the group.
Winston: Really? He's the rock of the group, and I'm sure Reagan would love to see how the rock lives.
[cut to an uncharacteristically clean, tidy and nicely-appointed version of Nick's room:]
Winston: Oh, my God, it's worse than I thought.
Nick: So this is my room. I love it; it's my safe place. This is where I write my letters to editors. I'm a writer. It's where I also write checks to poor people. Charity is so important to me. Over there, that's, of course, my bed. That's where I dream, that's where I sleep, and with a lucky lady, I do sex. Do with her. This is where I do my exercises.
Winston: I'm fascinated. What exercises do you do?
Nick: Anything that involves the body, I do. I'm good, uh, as my coach says, horizontally and vertically. What does that even mean?
Reagan: Your life coach?
Nick: Uh, my trainer, my coach, my leader, my guru. [groans]
Reagan: Is that a bowl of mashed potatoes under your bed?
Winston: May God help us if it's not.