Schmidt: Friends, imagine yourself in this scenario. You're at the local gymnasia. You're schvitzing up a storm. Suddenly, you get a text message. There's an emergency wedding down at the town hall.
Nick: But what'll I wear? I mean, I'm sweating at the gym.
Jess: Huh, I don't know what's going on. I love this.
Schmidt: Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you...
Nick: Game time!
Both: The Swuit!
Coach: Ugh.
Schmidt: The Swuit. The Swuit. It's a suit made entirely of sweat suit material.
Nick: Well?
Schmidt: This is it?
Nick: What do you guys think?
Schmidt: This looks like garbage. It looks like garbage.
Nick: I don't think it looks like... relax.
Schmidt: Nick, it looks like garb... It's embarrassing. Put it away.
Nick: The bottoms aren't great, but the top...