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.
Cece:Do you have any agave?
Schmidt: We might have some pressed lentils syrups in the mixin's cabinet.
I had only sari related sexual ideas. Monsoon Bedding, Best Erotic Maribone Hotel,Slumdoggy Style Millionaire!
We can form an Ocean's Twelve. I will be Brad Pitt. You will be the crafty Asian who does the flippies.
Let's concentrate on the smite later.
Nick, please do not angry-fix the sink.