Gina: What?
Schmidt: You know, Gina, I was just walking by and, I mean, I was literally pulled in here by the glow.
Gina: What do you want, Schmidt?
Schmidt: I was just working my tail off at my cubicle, which, between you and me, is surrounded by a couple of chatty Cathys. I mean, that's really their names. It's Cathy S. and Cathy G. Anyway, they won't shut up about a baby shower tonight for a certain VP VP. "Very pregnant vice presidente."
Gina: You're the worst. Seriously, the worst. Get out.