Nick, we're making sex.
That was painful Nick! That's like watching Cece make a bed.
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.