Nick: [on the phone] Hey, uh, Reagan, this is Nick Miller. You said you wanted phone sex, so, here you go. Here's your phone sex. Get ready to, uh, have a... an orgasm, I guess. When I'm done with, uh... I'll just start. You are a real sandwich lady, and I want to scream your name across the ocean.
Winston: Ooh, hoo! That's nice.
Nick: Yeah. Oh, yeah, that's that's Winston. Yeah, he's in here to help, he's actually been very helpful.
Winston: What's up, girl?
Nick: He says "What's up, girl?" Oh, yeah, I'll def... Yeah, makes perfect sense. [to Winston] You need to leave right now.
Winston: Oh, oh, yeah, yeah. Okay. Bye, Reagan.
Nick: No, Winston, I mean it. She brings up a valid point. We're about to do phone sex, and...
Winston: I'm walking out...
Nick: All right, Winston, take off.
Winston: Sure. For sure.
Nick: No, Winston, I mean it. This is me telling you as Nick. I would like you to leave.
Winston: As Nick. Ooh!
Nick: Hit the road.
Winston: Oh, for real?
Nick: Yeah.
Winston: Oh, I'm sorry.
Nick: Yeah.
Winston: All right, then. Oh, hey, hey, before I go, it may be bad timing, but you want to grab brunch with my boy Willy tomorrow?
Nick: No.
Winston: I'll talk to you later.
Nick: I don't want to.
Winston: You'll change your mind. [laughs]