SCOTT: I got to sleep at 4:30. I quit Nytol, and my body doesn't remember how to sleep without it.
JAY: Any reason?
SCOTT: I feel very stupid lately, and I'm looking for things that might be causing it.
JAY: You're old.
SCOTT: I'm 25 [editor's note: I'm 24. Q.E.D.]. This should be my prime.
JAY: Sixteen's your prime. It's downhill from there.
SCOTT: Maybe it's just hanging out with you. That's not to say you're an intellectual titan or something, and I constantly feel insignificant around you. Rather, I constantly feel you dragging me down to your level, like intellectual quicksand.
JAY: See you tomorrow.
SCOTT: What did I do with my keys?