Schmidt: [to a passing waiter] Oh, excuse me, at some point in the evening, can you let me know that I have a call from Karl Lagerfeld?
Fawn Moscato: Schmidt. Bob, how are you? Tony, love you in a chino. Guillermo, fire up that grill, Fawn's hungry.
Guillermo: Si senora.
Fawn Moscato: [drinks] I'm Fawn Moscato. And I approve this scotch.
Schmidt: Oh, goodness.