Schmidt: My vows were like a novel. How much of your zombie novel do you remember?
Nick: Chapter one... "on Jack Granger's 41st birthday, he was shot in the face by his dog Ed."
Schmidt: Understand the situation that I'm in.
Nick: You are so lucky.
Schmidt: How-how am I lucky, Nick?
Nick: 'Cause one of the greatest writers of our time is about to enter this room. Would you like to meet him?
Schmidt: All right.
Nick: I'll go get him. [exits]
Schmidt: There's no way it's not him, right?
Winston: You think it's him?
Nick: [returns] It's me.