Warrick (Nick sits looking at the pictures of mail-order brides): Find anything you like, buddy? (Nick chuckles)
Catherine: So, you can't sell your kids, but you can buy their mother.
Nick (reading from the screen what the mail-order bride wants): "I'm looking for kindest, noble man." Well, I got news for you, sugar pants. Buying women ain't that noble.
Warrick: Well, life's short. Dating's complicated. This makes it much simpler, doesn't it?
Catherine: It's not supposed to be simple. Complicated is the whole point.
Warrick: It is?
Nick: Hey, wait a minute, you're not telling me you're into this stuff?
Warrick: Me? No. But for a guy who's over 40, lonely, tired of the bar scene, (Catherine just shakes her head) got a little cash, wants to buy himself a sweet honey, be his companion...
Nick: He needs a translator 'cause you're not even speaking the same language.
Warrick: That's the best part.
Catherine (groans and rolls her eyes): Ugh...! (walks out and Warrick chuckles)
Nick (clueless): Best part of what?