Nick: Okay? Schmidt, what would you like me to do here?
Schmidt: What do you want from me? What am I supposed to do?
Nick: Uh, you used to love fixing my life. Before... [grunts] came around.
Schmidt: It's different times. I got to wipe her butt. I got to wipe my butt. I can't wipe your butt, too.
Winston: Can I get in on that? Never mind.