Reagan: Hey, Nick.
Nick: Got to get busy living or get busy dying. Heard.
Reagan: What are you doing?
Nick: What are you doing is the question. What are you doing?
Reagan: Were you just smelling my hair?
Nick: No. I'm just Nicky being Nicky.
Reagan: Sometimes I feel like you're in one of those weird man-dog body-switch movies.
Nick: You like those, too? Neither? [to Schmidt & Cece] It's a wig. [yelling] Doesn't make sense!