Reagan: Nick! It's almost 9:00. Are we doing this or what? What is that? You look like you're in a Boca Raton street gang.
Nick: I didn't think you were actually gonna go through with it, and even if you were... I made a decision. I wouldn't want it like this. So I decided to put on my I'm-not-having-sex tonight outfit, 'cause no one's gonna have sex with me in this outfit. And now I'm gonna go out and have a drink. Would you like to come?
Reagan: Wow. Deciding Nick. Let me change.