Jess: Oh, hello, shark. I am woman, the smartest species of them all. [slurps] I didn't realize I'd finished that. I've been waiting here a while.
Schmidt: You underhanded pig woman. You know, there are certain things that you don't do, and exploiting a man's love of tailoring is one of them. Which makes what you did all the more impressive.
Jess: Well, I felt dirty. I felt like Evil Winston. Remember when Winston was evil for that week?
Schmidt: I can't believe I blew it with Fawn. You know, she said that we could have sex in the room where O.J. tried on the glove.
Jess: Schmidt, it doesn't matter what happened at the meeting. She doesn't care about you. She's a power-hungry, self-obsessed woman who just wants a man to shut up and look pretty. That's not what you want, is it?