Schmidt: You're listening to the radio and writing with a pen? What decade are we in?
Nick: I cannot listen to that guy. Come on. Joe Napoli's the worst, man.
Winston: What? Man, that is blasphemous. He's the king of sports radio, man. I've got an interview with him today, okay? He's hiring a new research assistant. Hence... the research. My old basketball coach set it up. You know, I'm just trying to figure out how to break it to Elvin.
Schmidt: You gotta cut ties with that kid. He freaks me out. He never blinks. He's like a tiny little owl in a shirt.