Jess: What is wrong with you, Winston?
Winston: What is wrong with me? Besides my pogo.
Schmidt: I told him. It just kind of popped out. You understand what that's like, right, Winston?
Winston: Okay, you know what? Don't act like we don't talk about you two behind your backs. Because we do. You both have pogos, my friends.
Nick: Okay, let's take a deep breath and ask ourselves if this conversation is worth ruining our friendships over.
Jess: Tell me my pogo.
Cece: I need to know my pogo. You guys need to tell me. I can take it. Lay it on me!
Jess: You know, it's kind of a loft thing. Is it my pies? Are they too tart?
Schmidt: Pies can't be a pogo, okay? My koala claws, now that's a pogo!
Winston: At least you can hide your pogo in a shoe.
Schmidt: They make shoes for your penis ... they're called pants!