Schmidt: Come on, Fawn. You're not really in love with me. I'm not really in love with-with you. We just look great together buying underpants.
Fawn Moscato: Are you breaking up with me?
Schmidt: I guess I kind of am.
Fawn Moscato: Well, um... I don't want this to come out the wrong way, but... does this mean I lose your vote?
Schmidt: [chuckles] Never. [cameras clicking] I just can't stand to be in here any longer! Surrounded... by these underpants! Red ones and yellow ones and blue ones and pink ones! And this woman with her brassiere-slash-teddy! Underpants everywhere! They're driving me nuts! I feel like I got underpants all over my body! Schmidt out. This is ridiculous. Enough is enough. Get out of here, paparazzi. No, leave me... Get-get out of my way, sir.