Schmidt: Alcohol. Any kind of alcohol you have. Just give me anything. Thank you.
Gretchen: Give me that.
Schmidt: Oh, God. It's like you're lapping it out of a puddle.
Gretchen: Ugh, where did you get those boots? Off a lady hiker?
Schmidt: Look at those earrings. Are they clip-ons?
Gretchen: [whispers] I'm gonna make you wear them.
Schmidt: Huh? No!