Schmidt: Oh, hey, Coach.
Coach: Aw, hey, you. That's nice.
Schmidt: Oh, this? I-I don't know. Thanks, I guess. I'm kind of whatever about it.
Coach: No.
Schmidt: What do you got there?
Coach: Oh, me? Uh, just some sneakers. [laughs] I hope they're okay. I don't have an eye for things like you.
Schmidt: Well, yeah, you do. Come on, don't be so hard on yourself.
Coach: Your eye is so good.
Schmidt: I'm sure they're great... Not that you could look bad in anything really. [laughs]
[Schmidt and Coach groan as Winston punches them in their nuts]
Schmidt: Thank you for that.
Coach: Yeah, thanks, man.
Winston: Anytime.
Coach: We cool?
Schmidt: Yeah, we cool.