Schmidt: We are hooking up tonight, all five of us, including the gimp. This is the last wedding of summer, which means it is our last chance. Nobody meets anybody in fall...
Nick: No.
Schmidt: Or winter. What, are you gonna gamble on the unknown contents of a bulky sweater?
Nick: Not me.
Schmidt: Do you realize how important this is?
Coach: I do.
Schmidt: Winter... is coming. No one comes home alone.