Winston: You think I'd be good at advertising? I mean, that's what you do, right?
Schmidt: Advertising is a dog. Drinking beer. A fat moron falling down the stairs. A snot-nosed brat kicking his rapping grandpa in the testicles.
Winston: The rapping grandpa kills me, though. [Nick laughs]
Schmidt: I am in marketing, Winston. The backbone of capitalism. Without it, you'd be dead in two days.
Winston: I could be good at that.
Schmidt: Probably not, but you can shadow me at work today to find out.