Reagan: Let me guess. You guys made a final decision?
Nick: Please. Sit. That's probably the first time you've been right all day, but yes, we have made a decision.
Reagan: Great.
Winston: Here's the deal, Reagan. It's 2016, you're a lady. Your decision is important to us.
Nick: Yes, we want you to decide which one of us is most attractive to you, and if that person is the same name that's on the piece of paper in this envelope, then sexual relations can commence.
Reagan: Okay, well, the logic is bulletproof. I just feel like if I'm gonna be making this decision, I need you guys
to pitch yourselves.
Nick: For starters, I'm completely hairless, Okay. except for a straggler near one of my nipples, because I got scared while shaving. In my fantasies, I'm a wild lover. In real life, my sexual prowess has been described as "fine," "adequate." "It'll get the job done."
Reagan: That is both a lot and a little, but either way, a tough act to follow.