Schmidt: Look at her out there. Treating the laws of music as mere suggestions of music.
Winston: Must be frightening to love a daredevil. What happened to you?
Schmidt: Growing up a husky boy, I learned that I had no margin for error.
[flashback:]
Bully: Hey, fatty, it's called "The Hustle."
Schmidt: [v.o.] The slightest mistake meant ridicule, so I had to learn to do everything perfectly. I learned to dance a dance the way that it was meant to be danced. And until I learned to dance that dance perfectly,
I would never dance that dance. And then exactly 364 days later...
[flashback:]
Boy: Sock it, man! [audience clamoring]
Girl: Go!
Bully: No complaints here, fatty.
[present:]
Schmidt: No complaints.