Nick: Excuse me. What?! Who's this guy?
Schmidt: Nick Miller?
Nick: Is that Schmidt?
Schmidt: You scoundrel, you. Well, hot damn. Come here. It's good to see you.
Nick: Yeah, well, the feeling's not mutual! The last time I saw him, I was on the desert, and he was putting my mother into a prison.
Schmidt: You don't understand what we're doing, do you?
Nick: Keep this animal away from me!
Schmidt: You know what? It's my fault. We didn't rehearse. We didn't rehearse.
Nick: Can we come into the party?
Schmidt: You know what? We're gonna wait back here. I get it. It's my fault. It's- Nick?
Nick: I'm Trojan horsing inside a bunch of models. Every ham for himself.
Schmidt: No, Nick! Let me in there! Models, let me in, please.
Bouncer: No, sir.
Schmidt: Unhand me!