Jess: And then there was one.
Nick: Oh, no, no, no, I'm sure that you guys have stuff you laugh at me behind my back.
Schmidt: We don't laugh about your pogo, Nick.
Winston: Yeah. We're worried about you.
Nick: You're worried about me?
Schmidt: We're worried that you're not gonna make it.
Nick: Make it to what?
Jess: Just in general. 'Cause you don't take care of yourself.
Schmidt: Sometimes I'll crumple up vitamins and I'll put them in your food.
Jess: We all take turns sneaking money into your pants pockets before we put them in the dryer.
Nick: Yeah? Well, I hope you're happy. The pogos are out. The loft dynamic is ruined.