Jess: Hey, Schmidt, I got you something.
Schmidt: Is that a boutique box?
Jess: A pair of gray, shiny, twill, flat-front trousers designed by a man named Calvin. Never been tried on. Pockets are sewn shut. Don't you just want to get your thumbs in there and rip? Okay, so, I'm just gonna leave this on your bongo drum, and you can, you know, give them a whirl if you feel like it.
Nick: Just make the right decision. Come home. Take the pants.