Jess: Um, okay, so, phase two. Didn't Schmidt make us get renter's insurance when he almost tore down that rafter with the sex swing?
Winston: Jess, we fake a robbery. We fake a robbery for the insurance.
Jess: That's a great idea.
Winston: We're a couple of meth-heads.
Jess: Oh, yeah.
Winston: Boom.
Jess: [raspy voice] Got any meth? Got any rings on your fingers? I need them for meth.