Nick: Hey, my name's Schmidt. I was born rich. I had a $40,000 Bar Mitzvah.
Schmidt: Okay. How long you do the petty act for, man, huh? A week? A month? Is this "my favorite bedspread" all over again?
Nick: That was a handmade gift my nanny gave me that you spilled a pitcher of Midori Sours on, and now you bring it up like it's nothing?
Schmidt: I left you a check for $30 on your pillow. Your nanny gave you that thing for free, so as far as I'm concerned, you're up 30 bucks.
Nick: My nanny is dead! I'm not looking to make money off of her!