Schmidt: Maybe she was just scared. You know women. They're a mystery.
Nick: Yeah, sometimes they just go to Omaha and you don't know when they're gonna come back.
Gavin: Or if they're coming back. How do you even know she's in Omaha?
Nick: Oh, because, uh, she said she was. [off Gavin's look] Nothing means anything.
Gavin: Nothing means anything.
Nick: Nothing... means anything.
Gavin: At least you're young, Nick. You got a rocking bod with kickass buns. You're not gonna have any problems. Who's gonna want an old guy like me? I've got garbage buns.
Schmidt: What? Are you out of your mind? Dad, you've got fantastic buns.
Gavin: You think?
Schmidt: I'm telling you, you've got nothing to worry about. Nick, stand up, put your buns next to each other, so... here.
Nick: What is happening here?