Schmidt: Coach, you stay with your girl who thinks that you're me in my bedroom. Winston, you stay in the guest room with Bertie doing whatever the hell it is you guys are doing.
Coach: Gross.
Schmidt: I'm gonna keep Sarah... Almost there! I'm gonna keep Sarah in the living room, using one of the living-dining-open-floor-plan bang spots. Now, no exits, no entrances, no Noises Off baloney. Capeesh? Confirm my capeesh!
Coach: [gibberish]
Winston: Capeesh!
Schmidt: Let's go. Do it. All right. [they go off in seperate directions] Guys, guys.
Coach: This is the exact type of baloney that I'm talking about. Unbelievable. Guys, guys! I'm really glad that we're doing this.