Winston: There he is, father of the bride.
Schmidt: I've been told to keep you to three drinks, sir.
Bob Day: Very cute. Almost as cute as the toast that you gave last night. Let me ask you something as a fan. When you rhymed Nick's name with a certain body part, how did you come up with that? I mean, because, come on, brilliant.
Winston: Thank you very much for saying that, it means...
Schmidt: He's being sarcastic.
Bob Day: Oh, so now you can read the room.
Winston: What the hell are you talking about? We killed it last night.
Schmidt: Yeah, I explained every joke right after I told it.
Winston: Yeah.
Bob Day: You stunk, like a... a big wheel of Limburger cheese. Now, that's comedy. Stay away from me.