Jess: Okay, I've got it. We are going to throw Schmidt a birthday party.
Nick: No.
Jess: Yes, 'cause it's his 29th birthday and we care.
Nick: Jess, Schmidt's world is different than ours. They speak a different language. They shorten every word to one syllable. Okay, he once called an oven an "ovs." He calls an airport "airp."
Winston: He called ketchup "ketch."
Nick: Last month, he went to a party called Bros before Hos on the Moon. What does that even mean? And the dress code was "yacht flair."