Leslie: Who the hell are you?
Sarah: Who the hell are you?
Leslie: Schmidt.
Coach: What?
Leslie: Frank Scabopolis is up in here making out with some bitch.
Schmidt: That's not necessary. I mean...
Sarah: Who's Frank Scabopolis? Aren't you Schmidt?!
Schmidt: I-I am Schmidt.
Leslie: I thought you were Schmidt.
Coach: I am Schmidt. Uh, w-we're brothers.
Schmidt: We are, we're-we're brothers. What an upbringing that was.
Coach: Yeah, same mom, different dads. One browner.
Leslie: Then who the hell is Frank Scabopolis?
Sarah: Yeah.
Winston: [enters] I am Frank Scabopolis! [quietly] Is this helping, Schmidt? I forgot the plan.
Schmidt: Winston, please shut up.