Nick: Isn't she perfect?
Winston: In a word: No. Nick, you might want to sit down for this.
Nick: I'm already sitting.
Winston: Okay. Well, look, I put together a profile. Vague about where she lives. Okay. No mention of a job. Always lets you pay. Nick, my man, as unbelievable as this sounds, [chuckles] you're her sugar daddy.
Nick: What kind of girl would want me as her sugar daddy?
Winston: Only one kind: a homeless woman.
Nick: Kai is not homeless.
Winston: Nick, I have been watching her for days now, okay? She... She eats like she doesn't know where her next meal is coming from. She always dresses in layers, tons of layers.
Nick: She's not homeless. Her grandfather is Tran.
Winston: And where does he hang out?
Nick: A park bench. I think you're having a nervous breakdown. I really do. You're nuts. You want to avoid studying so much that you're making up lies about my new lover friend. Just leave us alone.
Winston: Maybe you should... maybe you should give her our can opener. Everybody gives bums cans, but they can't open them cans. How are they gonna open the cans, Nick?