Schmidt: Look, I admit it. You're a better camper than I am. You're better at life than I am. You're probably better at dating Cece than I am. I saw you guys the other night inhaling each other in front of the loft.
Coach: Schmidt, that's all we did. That was it. I asked her to come upstairs, she said no, okay? And now she won't return any of my text messages. She's been ignoring me this whole trip. I'm all, like, "Hey." She's like, "Mm-hmm." I'm like, "What?" Why are you smiling, dude?
Schmidt: I'm not smiling.
Coach: I'm over here baring my soul to you, dude, and you're freaking smiling in my face.
Schmidt: Yeah. This is the face I make when I listen.
Coach: All your teeth show when you listen?
Schmidt: I'm not.
Coach: You're smiling right now. I opened up to you. You're pissing me off. Stop smiling.