Winston: Now, this would be the casket. [sighs] And now I'm dead. So approach me and don't be afraid.
Schmidt: Just promise not to move, all right? That's what I'm afraid of most.
Winston: Are you k... are you kidding me?
Schmidt: Also, you can't breathe.
Winston: Schmidt, I need to breathe, okay? Because I'm coaching you, and also for regular life reasons. Now, just calm down, find a joyful memory and let it lift you to the sky.
Schmidt: [exhales] [sighs] You left us too soon, you beautiful black butterfly.
Winston: Start over.
Schmidt: You know, when we first met, I thought that we would be rivals. For Nick's attention, for who wore Easter colors best. And then rivalry became friendship. [kisses Winston's forehead] We've laughed, we've swum. You cut my toenails. Are you the brother that I never had? No. You're the brother that I've always had.
Winston: That was beautiful.
Schmidt: [shouts] What are you doing, man?! You moved! Whoa! What the hell?
Winston: Of course I moved! I'm not a real dead person!
Schmidt: You ghoul!