Nick: Schmidt? So, it turns out there's more than one type of turtle. I could go Eastern Box, or spur thighed, or nearsighted loner.
Schmidt: [grunts]
Nick: What was that? You just grunt at me?
Schmidt: Wasn't a grunt.
Nick: That was a grunt, Schmidt.
Schmidt: It was a "hurumph."
Nick: Hurumph.
Schmidt: I'm sorry if you took it the wrong way; it was not a grunt.
Nick: Serena Williams. That was a grunt.