Robby: Whoa. I didn't know you could fall off those things.
Schmidt: Well, you can't, but I did it anyway. 'Cause I'm not friggin' tough enough to ride a mechanical tricycle.
Nick: Hey, it could have happened to anybody, Schmidt.
Schmidt: No, it couldn't have. It could only happen to me.
Nick: You crashed. You chunked. You beefed. You came off your bike. That's cool as hell. You got injured.
Schmidt: Yeah, you know, my neck does feel a little... I don't know... off.
Nick: Well, yeah, your neck's off. It's-it's hurt. You got hurt on a hog, man. And what are you gonna do with that pain? What does a man do about that pain?
Schmidt: He takes a bubble bath.
Nick: No. He drinks the pain away. Here's what we're gonna do. You see that biker bar? We're gonna walk inside. You're gonna take your helmet off. You're gonna slam it down. You're gonna tell somebody to watch it. You're gonna put Seeger on the jukebox. And you're gonna drink some whiskey.
Schmidt: Some clear-cut accomplishables. That sounds pretty manly.