Winston: Mmm. I really hate these things. I just can't stop eating 'em.
Nick: I got to say, the taste is average, but the aftertaste is outstanding.
Schmidt: What happens when I'm just an outstanding aftertaste?
Nick: Hmm?
Schmidt: When I move out, are you guys gonna forget about me like Coach? This loft is what tethers us together. And once it's gone, we're gonna be spread across the Earth like Rod Stewart's offspring.
Winston: What I'm gonna miss most about you is all this poetry.