Jeremy: Did you say something?
Schmidt: Jer-Jeremy! Enough! Dear Lord. You know, I wanted an assistant that was gonna anticipate my every need so I wouldn't have to yell, but now I'm yelling, because I have an assistant that's anticipating my every need, and I can't breathe! Work isn't everything, man. Just... go meet yourself a girl. Or a, or a man. I don't know what you're into. You're very hard to read sexually. But please, Jeremy. That'll be all.