Nick: Kai, I want to go to your place, okay? Wherever it is. So don't be afraid, because I'm not afraid. I know I'm living this rock star life, but I'm still a man of the people.
Kai: But I'm so comfortable. You really want to go outside, get off this bed into the cold right now?
Nick: Look, I like you for you, and... Well, hell, I just hope, deep down, you like me for me and not all the incredible stuff that I have.
Kai: Huh?
Nick: I mean, this room. Half this stuff is mine. I'm, like, I have enough pillowcases for all my pillows, plus an extra pillowcase that I don't even use. Ticket stubs to all the Bears games I've ever been to, except for one. The guitar pick from that guy who played with James Taylor that one night. A Frisbee that I'm currently storing on my neighbor's roof. You know, an autographed Karate Kid II poster from Mr. Miyagi. R.I.P. But none of that matters. I want to be with you, wherever you live. I mean, hell, I've been cooped up in this palace for long enough.