Schmidt: Hi. Wow, Brooke. Schmidt. You used to worry my poncho, freshman year. Remember that? No? Fat Schmidt?
Brooke: Fat Schmidt. Of course. Wow, you look great.
Schmidt: You, also... Sure. Um, how are your classes? I mean...not that we're, not that we're in school anymore, I know that. What...what are you drinking? White wine?
Brooke: I'm not drinking. I'm sober, six months. Can I get a seltzer, please?
Schmidt: Me too.
Brooke: You're six months sober, also?
Schmidt: Seven months. One more.
Brooke: Wow, that's great! Congratulations.
Bartender: Here's your white wine.
Schmidt: What? That's a mistake, no I didn't order that. No. No, sir! [sighs] Even the smell of it...
Brooke: I'm going back to my table, but you can come talk to me, if you need to.
Schmidt: Okay, thank you. [to bartender] So what I need you to do is this, I need you to put vodka in a water bottle, okay? And rendezvous with me in the restroom, okay? Same page, same page?