Cole: You're my number one shorty, yo.
Lucy: Yeah, that actually leads perfectly into what I wanted to talk to you about.
Cole: All ears, boo.
Lucy: See, now that we're officially a couple, we're gonna have to start, well, changing you. Okay, boo?
Cole: [chuckles] Wait, what now?
[later, Lucy lectures Cole in front of a whiteboard:]
Cole: Man, this is so hard! How am I supposed to remember all this?
Lucy: While you're my boyfriend, please refrain from using the following words and phrases: Crushing it, ghost riding the whip, hunting the big dawg, redonkulous, wrangle dangle, shtoops, the "donk" show, gittin' right, homeskillet, broseph, brosephine and sexting.
Cole: On the serious?
Lucy: There's another one. Also, substituting your name for words that sort of sound like your name. Stone Cole, Cole War, Piña Cole-lada. You know what I'm saying.
Cole: Girl, I can't give this all up cole turkey.
Lucy: Why don't we just call it a day? And we'll, uh, start fresh in the morning.
Cole: Sizzle.