Schmidt: The cast is off, gentlemen.
Winston: Great. Congratulations, man.
Nick: Good news, man.
[Schmidt slaps the cast down on the dinner table]
Nick: Oh!
Winston: Oh!
Schmidt: Yeah, take it in.
Winston: Goodness, the smell, man.
Nick: We have done nothing but love you, Schmidt.
Schmidt: Soak it all in, in all its foul glory. That is not just some disgusting, salty bundle of gauze. That is a symbol of who I was for the past two months: The broken-penis guy.