Jess: Just so you know, this is all your fault.
Schmidt: Oh, that's fair. I should have made it very clear to you not to kiss Robby while he was balancing a dangerous amount of weight above his head.
Jess: There was a moment before the bar came down where we were just two people kissing, and... nothing. No magic.
Schmidt: Look, at least now you know. No harm done, right?
Jess: A tremendous amount of harm done. Now I have to tell a man I maimed that I'm not interested.
Schmidt: On the bright side, you're not that hurt. Come to think of it, how are you not more hurt?
Jess: When I was in triage, they said that my neck muscles had served as kind of a neck helmet, which made me feel like I was not talking to real doctors.