Schmidt: Now, what is the freakin' problem?
Jess: Coach did the opposite of what I asked.
Coach: Come on, Jess, you guys would be great together. It's a dumb rule, all right? Dumb rule. At least he turns you on. Pepper makes my ding-dong and my ping-pongs go into my body.
[flashback:]
Jess: Can somebody help me with this keg?
Pepper: Yeah, sure. Pepper's got it. [grunts]
[present:]
Coach: What if she doesn't know her own strength down there, and...
Nick: Be a nightmare.
Coach: she mushes it, or, like, rips it off and throws it across the room like a hot dog?