Nick Quote #923
Nick: Winston is the loft warrior. I'm kind of the rock of the group.
Winston: Really? He's the rock of the group, and I'm sure Reagan would love to see how the rock lives.
[cut to an uncharacteristically clean, tidy and nicely-appointed version of Nick's room:]
Winston: Oh, my God, it's worse than I thought.
Nick: So this is my room. I love it; it's my safe place. This is where I write my letters to editors. I'm a writer. It's where I also write checks to poor people. Charity is so important to me. Over there, that's, of course, my bed. That's where I dream, that's where I sleep, and with a lucky lady, I do sex. Do with her. This is where I do my exercises.
Winston: I'm fascinated. What exercises do you do?
Nick: Anything that involves the body, I do. I'm good, uh, as my coach says, horizontally and vertically. What does that even mean?
Reagan: Your life coach?
Nick: Uh, my trainer, my coach, my leader, my guru. [groans]
Reagan: Is that a bowl of mashed potatoes under your bed?
Winston: May God help us if it's not.
New Girl Quotes
‘Reagan’ Quotes
Quote from Nick
Nick: I feel like one of those characters in the show Sax and the City talking about this.
Winston: Oh, no, you mean, um, uh, Sex and the City.
Nick: I'm talking about the one with the four ladies in a jazz band.
Winston: That's not a show.
Nick: Carrie, Miranda...
Winston: No.
Nick: The other one and the older one.
Winston: You're thinking of Sex and the City.
Nick: They would never allow that 'cause of the title.
Quote from Nick
Reagan: Well, you are weirdly checking all of my boxes, so... I'll come take a look.
Nick: Great, good. The, uh, the address is... right here on the form under my name.
Reagan: Great, I'll see you tonight. Good luck with your... "smush pain that feels like everything came out of the sandwich."
Nick: Doesn't even hurt that much, actually.
Quote from Schmidt
Schmidt: Look, I'm sorry for not being open with you. The truth is-is I still can't believe that you're gonna marry me. You spent the summer of 2003 at the MTV Beach House. I spent that same summer watching Felicity on VHS and recording a fake radio show where I reviewed snacks. I love you. And I know you love me. And so... [Cece gasps as Schmidt pulls out a ring box, then reveals it's empty] I give you my trust. You've always had it. And I don't feel the need to show the world that I own you by putting some gaudy gem on your hand.
Cece: I love you. [chuckles]
Nick: Ha-ha!
Cece: But you are getting me a real ring.
Schmidt: You're gonna have a diamond the size of a raisin. We can go tomorrow. We'll pick it out together.