Nick: [answers phone] Hey, Schmidty, what's up?
Schmidt: Just checking in.
Nick: Okay. [phone beeps] Oh, hold on, I got another call. All of a sudden my phone's blowing up. [switches line] Hi. This is Nick Miller. Who am I speaking to and why are you calling?
Cece: Do you not have my number saved?
Nick: Who is this?
Cece: "Who is this?"
Nick: Who am I speaking to?
Cece: It's... it's Cece.
Nick: Cece, why are you both calling me?
Cece: How do you not have my number saved? I work for you.
Schmidt: Cece, I already got Nick. Let me patch you in.
Cece: How am I supposed to learn to do a patch if you never let me try?

Jess: Dad, I know you got out of bed.
Bob Day: No, I-I didn't, I didn't. I-I-I've been, I've been sleeping.
Jess: I found these little crummies in the kitchen.
Bob Day: You only gave me a salad and tea. I-I-I-I wanted some fish sticks.
Jess: Fish sticks are mostly pork and you know it.

Winston: I just want you to know that I respect that. I'm perceiving that. Um, I'm digesting that. It's in the machine. It's working its way down. And okay. I think you're right.
Aly: I think it'll be really good for you to be honest with your mom.
Winston: No. See, um, you're gonna come clean. I'm gonna stay dirty.
Aly: Why?

Nick: There's piles of stuff. There's piles upon piles of stuff. Like, I want to talk about... I want to talk about
why we don't have nicknames for each other? I mean, why don't we call each other Mr. Cub and Sparky?
Reagan: Who's Mr. Cub? You're Mr. Cub?
Nick: You think I would be Sparky?
Reagan: If we had nicknames it would not be those.
Nick: You just call me Nick, is my point.
Reagan: That's your name.
Nick: I know, but I would like to talk about nicknames.
Reagan: It doesn't matter.
Nick: All this matters. This is the stuff.

Reagan: I'm really tired. Can you just write it all down and I'll fill it out and I'll get it back to you.
Nick: All right, then just answer me this, and then we'll be done. 'Cause this is important. If we weren't together and you were offered this same promotion, would you take it?
Reagan: Yes, I would take it.
Nick: Then you should take the job, Reagan.
Reagan: Okay, I'll take it. Are we cool?
Nick: Yeah.
Reagan: Dream job.
Nick: Good, I'm so happy for you. This is awesome.

Aly: Hey, thought I might find you here. Oh. Hiding your maybes? [Charmaine chuckles] Sometimes I hide mine in a garbage can. A new one.
Charmaine: Don't try to talk me out of worrying about my son.
Aly: I won't. I just want you to know you're not alone. I'm out there worrying about him, too, but we have got each other's backs.
Charmaine: [to a woman] How's that dress gonna fit you when you ain't got no legs?

Aly: We can talk about this later, but what was the rental car company you used?