Nick: I'm not going to go tomorrow. I'd rather not, because I don't want to get an ultrasound. I just don't have time. No, I've got some writing I got to do. The truth is, with working out, I've got some people to see, so I just can't make it. I lost a stamp. It sounds worse than it is, but it's a somewhat expensive stamp and I had planned on looking for it. One of the reasons I moved to Los Angeles was to get closer to whales, so I can record them. I haven't gotten around to it because where we live is actually east. It's way farther from the ocean than I expected. I appreciate your concern. It is really sweet. It's nice. But this machine's still kicking, you know?

Jess: You want me to get real and stop being all cutesy and whatever, fine. Let's get real. You don't do anything. What did you want to do? I mean, isn't there something you wanted to accomplish?
Nick: Hey, I've done things. I wrote half a book about zombies.
Jess: Okay, just tell me. If you could do anything, what would you do?
Nick: You know, I'm the guy who... I can't just jump into something if I don't know what's gonna happen. I never have been that guy. Like, I'm the, I'm the guy that, if I don't know what's gonna happen, I don't do something. Ever. I don't care how bad I want to do it. I don't do it. Like, if everybody would go into the ocean and jumped in the water, well, I'm the guy on the beach guarding the wallets.

Winston: Jess, you don't want to talk at a funeral. I've tried that once.
[flashback:]
Winston: What kind of dummy fixes a washing machine using a knife? [points to casket] This kind of dummy!
[present:]
Winston: It did not go well.