Schmidt: So, uh, why don't you tell me what you think about that sponge there, Coach. I mean... [clears throat] Ernie. I don't know why I would call you Coach.
Coach: Okay. Um... Well, I love sponges because they connect my heart to my hand.
Schmidt: Wow, thank you so much for that.
Coach: I wish my buddies could see me now.
Schmidt: What?
Coach: They'd be all like, "Hey, man, let me get a hit of that squishy whip."
Schmidt: Right on. Way to, uh, add your own take. Uh, to... to your... to your own take.