Nick: Jess.
Jess: Nick... I'm here to help, but I can't write this eulogy.
Nick: Wait, what?
Aunt Ruthie: Do you want some of my weed?
Nick: I asked you to do one thing. I need you to write the eulogy.
Jess: But I didn't know Walt.
Nick: Nobody wants to hear what I have to say about my dad.
Jess: It doesn't matter what you say. You just... you h... you have to say good-bye to him.
Nick: I'm not asking you to do too much. Just write my father's eulogy. I can't handle this!