Schmidt: Listen, Coach, uh, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I thought maybe that I could give you some advice about about Cece.
Coach: How desperate do you think I am?
Schmidt: I think you're probably very desperate.
Coach: I'm very desperate, I mean, she's giving me nothing. Told her she looked pretty, she said thanks.
Schmidt: Mm-hmm.
Coach: What kind of mind game is that?
Schmidt: Look, Coach, things have always come easy to you. Cece is not going to be one of those things. I once spent hours in a car with just a cracked window for air. She was going into a club and she just kind of left me there.
Coach: Why are you smiling about that?