Schmidt: I... I am letting go.
Nick: You're like a clenched fist, my man. Open up. You're in a 1920s boxing stance.
Schmidt: This is a waste of time!
Nick: You're not going to work!
Kai: I have a hyperactive nephew! We have to swaddle him!
Schmidt: Swaddle nothing! What? What are you doing?!
Nick: Swaddle him! Get him!
Schmidt: Got to get to work!
Nick: Shh. Shh. Shh. You relaxed?
Schmidt: Yeah.
Nick: Okay, ready? You're gonna lay down.
Schmidt: All right, just for a minute.
Nick: [sings] Good night, Schmidty. [whispers to Kai:] Now do me.