Nick: "Sincerely"? "Sincerely"? "Dear Nick, thanks for the tattoo. "Sincerely, S and Cece." You guys hate my gift?
Schmidt: No, we don't hate it, we love it, I see it every time I blink.
Nick: You guys want to see it?
Schmidt: It's okay.
Nick: Ah, I'll show it anyhow. Check it out. There's an ingrown hair that gives Cece a bit of a Rudolph nose. And when I flex my feet it makes you guys fatter. Look. Fat, look how fat your face looks, Schmidt. You have the fattest face in the world.
Schmidt: All right, stop it! Stop the horror! We hate the gift. It's disgusting.
Cece: It is disgusting.
Schmidt: You've ruined your leg.
Cece: It is like you stole our souls.
Schmidt: You depicted my wife as a common street whore.