Schmidt: And I know how much you love cookies. And I saw it there behind the glass, and I thought, "Nick Miller... I'm gonna buy him that."
Nick: If I could give you that cookie back, I would. Nothing would make me happier than to throw it up, mash it into cookie-shape, and shove it down your throat!
Schmidt: You wanna mama-bird me the cookie?
Nick: No, that's not...
Schmidt: You wanna mama-bird me the cookie?
Nick: No.
Schmidt: You're not mama-birding anybody any cookie.
Nick: Schmidt, I don't want to mama-bird you a cookie. What is your problem, Schmidt?
Schmidt: No mama-birding here!