Gavin: I'm not doing anybody any favors today. I'm a bummer. Probably the best thing I could do would be to head home.
Nick: See you later, man, nice to see you again.
Schmidt: Dad, stay. Look... you're gonna land on your feet. I've see... I've seen all kinds of women throw themselves at you. Lifeguards and teachers, lens crafters.
Nick: Remember when you had your tongue in Jess' mouth?
Gavin: She tasted like licorice... sweet but with a bite.
Schmidt: Not... you're not helping, Nick.