Gina: So, how's that phantom ulcer treating you?
Schmidt: I sent you those Q4 reports... Horrible burning!
Gina: Well, I'm glad you're back. See? Look how glad I am.
Schmidt: Gina, let me run point on red potatoes. I've got three pitches already ready to rock. Here's a taste. That's the first one. That's the first pitch. "Here's a taste." It's just a picture of a red potato, and the tagline is: "Here's a... here's a taste."
Gina: There's that New York sense of humor again, Schmidt.
Schmidt: Come on, Gina. Give me a shot at red potatoes.
Gina: No way, 'cause I need you. You're the best sort of mid-level employee I've ever had. You are the ass to my horse. And I'm gonna keep you right here, right by my side, where I can find you. Forever.
Schmidt: Forever?
Gina: Yeah, speaking of, might need you to suit up for my son's birthday this Saturday, so... [takes pills] What are these? Doesn't matter. Keep your phone on, okay?