Get your crap together, India. Schmidt... out!
Schmidt: Hey, M. Night Shyamalan. I've got a twist ending for you: shut up
Cece: You look like a character from The Love Guru.
Schmidt: Aw, thank you.
Schmidt: I don't really know what that accent is.
Schmidt: I speak English. That isn't English.
Nick: Band of Brothers!
Schmidt: Your friendship means nothing to me. Every man for himself!
Schmidt: I'm gonna have sex tonight. Are you two in?
Winston: Is that the way you wanted to say that?
Dammit! Been trying to get something going with myself for a full hour. It's like a taffy pole on a hot summer's day.
They make shoes for your penis! They're called pants!
Winston said you make fun of my gremlin toenails. That you call them clickety-clacks or centaur boots.
Schmidt: A pogo is what your friends talk about when you leave the room.
Cece: Oh like your barnacle toenails?
I know what my pogo is. It's that I dance like a sea snake.
Winston: I wanted to talk to you about the regrettable contact between Cece's...her down there and my...parts.
Schmidt: You practically shish-kebabed her.