Reagan: Please just come into my room? It's right there.
Nick: It's not even hot in reality.
Reagan: You're obviously suffering from heat exhaustion.
Nick: It's like a crisp Vermont November. Apple cider, football weather. Don't jump in a pile of leaves. There might be a dead dog in there.
Reagan: You're slurring your speech. Soon you're gonna get dizzy, you're gonna get cramps.
Nick: Why do you care so much, Reagan?
Reagan: Because you look like a dying man on a hospital show.