Schmidt: I made a model of our wedding venue.
Nick: Wow.
Schmidt: Your wine is so good, I really want to showcase it and-and put the bar here. It's where they store the drums of wild chemicals, but I'm pretty sure they're empty now.
Nick: Yeah, it's empty except for the big puddle that never dries.
Gavin: Oh, it'll be fine. With your mother there, that puddle will get drunk.