Schmidt: There he is, alive and well.
Man: Yeah.
Schmidt: Mazel. I br-brought you these. How's my brave little soldier doing, huh?
Man: Not great. They said that I'm never gonna be able to ride a bike again, so there goes my job.
Schmidt: Sure, sure. Do you think that I'm a good person?
Man: I... I don't really know you.
Schmidt: Well, what more do you need to know? If not for me, you probably would have died today.
Man: Well, somebody probably would have come along.
Schmidt: Just say that I'm a good person.
Man: Well, I mean-
Schmidt: Why is that so hard for you to say?
Man: Ow!
Schmidt: I'm sorry. I am so sorry.