Schmidt: Winston, I hope you're better in bed because your street work is embarrassing. Am I talking too much? I don't want to ruin the moment. You know what? If this was my grandmother's building, she'd be outside on the patio, and she'd be yelling down at you, and she'd be saying, "You look beautiful. The two of you are a beautiful couple. I'm glad you found one another." But she wouldn't invite you up because she's a horrible racist. You want me to put on some Jodeci?