Winston: There's not much sunlight left.
Nick: What are you afraid of, the dark?
Winston: No, I'm not afraid of the dark. I'm worried about Schmidt. He's a Jew in the desert. I don't want him to wander.

Schmidt: That's why I'm gonna have to White Fang her.
Jess: Schmidt, come on! Look, I try not to judge what you guys do, but please don't tell me things like that.
Schmidt: No, no, Jess, Jess. The book, White Fang.
Jess: Oh.
Schmidt: This guy befriends a wild creature. But he must, he must set the animal free because that's what's best for it.
Jess: I know the plot of White Fang.
Schmidt: But the animal won't go. So with a breaking heart, he throws stones at it until it runs away.

Winston: Whoa, whoa! Why you taking back your lamp?
Nick: I think you just answered that when you called it my lamp.
Winston: No, man. Squatters' rights.
Nick: What's wrong? You still afraid of the dark?
Winston: What? No. Dude.
Nick: 'Cause, if you are, I'll leave this behind.
Winston: Nick, first of all, I'm not afraid of the dark. But if I were afraid of the dark, that would be a totally rational, adaptive evolutionary response.
Nick: Good night, Winston.
Winston: That's ridiculous. I'm not afraid of the dark.
Nick: Good night, sweetheart. [ghoulish] Unless the monsters get you. [closes door; opens door again to scream]