Schmidt: I hate Christmas. First of all, it means that Hanukkah is over. Second of all, I hate it when you guys leave and go home. When are you leaving?
Winston: Tomorrow at 3:00 p.m.
Nick: I think 4:00 a.m. Is that it? Schmidt, don't worry about it, man, we're all gonna hang out tonight at your office party. Please tell me you're not dressing up like Santa this year, are you?
Schmidt: I'm the only man in the office. Of course I'm gonna dress up like Santa. Look, I like it. I get all this dirt on my coworkers. They get drunk and they whisper what they want for Christmas in my ear, and then I use that information to subtly undermine them and control them for the rest of the year.
Winston: Ah, the true spirit of Christmas.
Schmidt: Winston, you'd better watch it, man, because I will take you down.
Winston: You want to go? You want to go?
Schmidt: You're gonna take me down? I had figure skating lessons until I was 13, and then my mom sobered up and realized I was a boy. Let's do this.