Schmidt: [mimicking] "I love Presh. Presh has napkins and... walnuts."
Schmidt: Is that meant to be me?
Nick: No, I'm doing a spot-on Winston.
Schmidt: Because I do not talk like that.
Nick: Do you even like the Griffin?
Schmidt: What is the Gri...?
Nick: Are you kidding me?
Schmidt: It's... uh, the Griffin's our bar. I knew that.
Cece: He loves it!
Nick: What the hell are you talking about, you booze hound?
Schmidt: We lost her a long time ago. Cece, honey, drink some water, okay?
Cece: Nope.