Winston: Look at her. Go for it, man. You know, go do your thing.
Schmidt: I don't like the roof, man. There's a cat up here. It's crazy. It was raised by birds.
Winston: You mean to tell me you're going to let a cat stop you from all that?
Schmidt: It's a bird-cat, man. It's very dangerous. Look it up. Double rabies.
Winston: Right. You can't close.
Schmidt: [looks both ways] You just said the magic words, son.