Schmidt: Nick, let's just call Todd. Let's bite the bullet...
Nick: No, Schmidt, we don't need his money. Look at me. [Schmidt sighs] Schmidty, I'm your best man. And I may not be a rich man. The only thing my parents invented was a wand to push the buttons on the microwave from the table, so you don't have to get up.
Schmidt: You mean like a stick?