Schmidt: No, no, no. You know what, do not give up on us already. We just need to find something that keeps us together. Like a dark secret or a time-share.
Nick: You know, it was easier when men went to war. You'd forge an unbreakable bond in a crucible of blood and pain. You can't get that splitting the cost of toilet paper.
Schmidt: We just need to come up with some sort of ritual.
Winston: Yes! Now you're thinking. We stand in a circle, right? We burn chicken bones, all right?
Schmidt: Dear Lord, Winston.
Winston: Then we're just secretive about it.
Nick: This is the wrong ritual...
Winston: I'm just saying no one knows about it.
Schmidt: I didn't literally mean a ritual.