Aly: Okay, I don't care about the answer, but I feel like I got to ask, as someone who works in law enforcement-- where is Reagan?
Nick: Well, she's probably getting off at the next stop, and then she'll be on her way here for some sort of a reckoning, I would imagine. "Problem solved" was probably a bit of a, an overstatement. The good news is that I don't have to break up with her 'cause now she's gonna break up with me.
Cece: Oh, Nick.
Aly: What is wrong with you?

Schmidt: It's gonna be okay, Nick. Give Winston a hug.
Winston: Come on. Here we go.
Nick: Here you go, Winston.
Schmidt: I meant "me Winston."
Winston: I'm "me Winston," too!

Nick: Hey, guys! Reagan's on her way. I've got too much to deal with to deal with this two Winstons thing.
Schmidt: What, I can't have a first name because you left some woman on a train? Don't put that on me, man!
Nick: I'm not calling you Winston, Schmidt. 'Cause if I do, then what am I gonna call the real Winston?
Schmidt: Call him I don't care! I don't care!
Nick: Hey, Winston, you want to get a drink?
Schmidt: Sure.
Winston: Sure. I'm down.
Nick: I was talking to that Winston.
Schmidt: Oh.
Nick: After the drink, you want to get some dinner, Winston?
Schmidt: Yes.
Winston: Ooh, you know your boy hungry.
Nick: That time I was talking to this Winston.

Winston: Wait, time out. Are we eating, or are we not eating?
Cece: They're both real Winstons, but the old Winston is now The Bish.
Aly: I'm not calling my fiancé "the" anything.
Winston: Nah, man, this is taking me to a bad place. I'm having... I'm having cold feet.
Schmidt: What?
Winston: Yeah, the two Winstons thing is not gonna work- Nick is right.
Schmidt: You've had Winston for 15 years. It's my turn. I'm Winston.
Winston: You will never be Winston.

Bob Day: [answers phone] Hello?
Nick: Mr. Day. It's Nick Miller. Is Jess there?
Bob Day: She's out. Can I take what I assume will be an idiotic message?
Nick: Ah, it's actually, it's kind of private.
Bob Day: Okay, fine. Talk to you later.

Nick: Hey. Taking a little trip? I hear San Diego's lovely. I regret that. I'm sorry I left you on the train, Reagan. You deserve better than that. The truth is, is I wanted to break up with you, and I didn't know how to.
Reagan: Okay. I mean, I'm not mad anymore, more just... scared of what it must be like to have to live inside of your head.
Nick: Look, I'm sorry.
Reagan: It's okay. I've been thinking about breaking up with you for a while. So, we just wanted really different things. I'm not good at good-byes, Nick.
Nick: I'm not good at good-byes either. I think I'm gonna go stand in the closet for a little bit.
Reagan: Okay.
Reagan: Okay.
Nick: Okay.
Reagan: Bye, Nick.
Nick: [o.s.] Yeah, bye, Reagan.

Cece: I love Wednesday nights.
Schmidt: And this one's even more special, 'cause I got my name back. I love you, Cece.
Cece: I love you so much, Winston. Oh, God.
Schmidt: I don't like it! I don't like it! I don't like it!
Cece: Damn it! Ugh...

Cece: Take your name back.
Schmidt: I don't want it.
Aly: What's wrong with the name Winston?
Schmidt: It's horrible, just take it back. Worst name in the entire history of names.
Winston: What'd you say about my name?
Aly: Stop. N... You know what, I don't care.

Jess: This is right. I'm gonna go home and I'm gonna profess my love to Nick.
Bob Day: Very proud of you, sweetie.
Jess: Thanks, Dad.
Priscilla: I'm proud of you, too.
Jess: You really just humped your way right into things, didn't you, Priscilla? I kind of wanted the front seat.
Priscilla: I called it.