Schmidt: I paid. All yours, no judgments.
Elizabeth: Why'd you come back, Schmidt?
Schmidt: The Big Guy is... Well, he's still somewhere inside this... perfect body. He needs you to coax him out a little bit. Please tell him what to do next.
Elizabeth: Eat the pizza. Eat all the pizza... while I watch... right now.
Schmidt: Okay. Oh. It's so greasy. So many carbs. Hey guys... Oh boy. Welcome home, melted cheese. Oh. I don't even know what pepperoni's made of. It's so good.
Elizabeth: Is that your happy dance, big boy?
Schmidt: I love it.
Elizabeth: Oh, there he is.
Schmidt: Yup.
Elizabeth: There's my big guy.
Schmidt: It's like waking up from a bad salad dream. Big guy in the house.