Schmidt: Hey, you wanted to see me?
Emma: Shut the door. [Schmidt catches the shoe she throws] Whoa. Quick reflexes. Good. I am going to devour you. You see that contract?
Schmidt: Oh, the thick one? With all those tabbies? [knocks it to the floor] Do me on it.
Emma: Pick that up.
Schmidt: Did you just ask me to pick it up to see me bend over?
Emma: No.
Schmidt: [bends over] Oh, wait, I'm doing it.
Emma: Stand up.