Schmidt: Who wants an ice-cold Heisler, all dressed up in a frosty mug?
Nick: Sure. I like beer.
Schmidt: I know you haven't officially decided on the spot yet, but I just wanted to say, thanks, man.
Nick: [spits out beer] What for, Schmidt?
Schmidt: We both know that you're gonna give the spot to me, but I love that you're keeping up the charade.
Nick: Spot's going to Jess.
Schmidt: Jess?
Nick: Jess.
Schmidt: Give me the beer back.
Nick: I'm trying to be a gentleman.