Connie: This is good. This is really good.
Nick: Uh, yeah. My buddy Andy makes it in his basement. I'm not allowed to say anything else about it, though.
Connie: Wow, I'm not kidding. I think this is the best whiskey that I've ever had.
Nick: You want to go out with me sometime?
Connie: What? No. No. No, no, no. Never. Never.
Nick: But the whole back and forth with, like, the fish and getting mad at each other...
Connie: Never. Never.
Nick: When you came back and threw the fish down...? Nothing...?
Connie: Where did you get there, from "I like this whiskey" to...?
Schmidt: What the hell was that?
Nick: You know what? Let it go. Let it go. This was, this is my mistake. It was a misread...
Connie: I would sooner make love to Peter and his mouthful of spaghetti.
Peter: [smacking] Pass.
Connie: Okay, Peter. Cheers.