I simply want a demographic breakdown of all the guys who hit on you.
This woman is engaged. Her number belongs to God now, thank you.
I may have your entire life planned out on my computer. I made a spreadsheet and everything. I worked on it this morning.
You're my best friend in the whole world. We've been through a lot together so I just do feel like your sperm are partly my sperm.
They're reaching into your skin wallet. Your scrotum.
Nick: I'm trying my hardest to look poor.
Winston: You are poor.
Why are you putting spoons in the laundry hamper?
You have the focus of a coked up Italian on a summer day!
I'm not willing to turn our home into a public pool.
Schmidt: Oh good lord! I'm marrying Nick.
Save your groans for Bird Man!
Nick: I want to get rid of my stuff, but all my stuff is really good and I just can't get rid of it.
Coach: It's not and you have to.
Schmidt: Everything you own is trash.
Coach: You're basically a hoarder.
Nick: Not true. Everything has meaning. Everything is connected to something else.