Schmidt: Winston, I'm sorry. I was just trying to help.
Winston: What, help me realize that I'm black? Schmidt, believe it or not, man, I've known that for a while now.
Schmidt: I just feel bad you're forced to live here with Jess and Nick.
Winston: Oh, wow.
Schmidt: I mean, they're honky as hell. And look at our people. Look what we've given to this country. Jazz... The management of jazz musicians.
Winston: But, look, Schmidt, being black means whatever I want it to mean. Yeah, the fact of the matter is I live in a loft with three people who happen to be white. But believe you me, there is so much more that I find annoying about you that I haven't even gotten to race. Now, I'm gonna get some frozen yogurt. Would you like anything?
Schmidt: Yeah. I'll have a vanilla chocolate swirl.
Winston: No.
Schmidt: What, no... No. I'll have strawberry with jimmies. Did you get that?