Nick: I can't help. I'm at a crucial point in my zombie novel.
Schmidt: You selfish bastard.
Nick: I'm not a selfish bastard. I just have to... I have to get through...
Schmidt: You're a selfish bastard. I'm so sick of this zombie novel nonsense.
Nick: Not nonsense.
Schmidt: Friends help friends have meaningless sex, okay? Now, you're going. End of story.
Nick: You got it.