Schmidt: And then there's you, who has this raw animal magnetism just dropped in her lap like a sack of taters. What a waste.
Jess: I'm pretty sure it is not a waste.
Schmidt: Oh, it's a waste. Jess, look, you don't have the skill to juggle men.
Nick: You wear a cardigan on top of another cardigan.
Schmidt: We all know you're not the best with doorknobs.
Nick: You can barely hold one thing in each hand.
Schmidt: You tripped the other day just standing there.