Fawn Moscato: Nobody hit on me. I'm taken.
Man: Hey, baby.
Fawn Moscato: Don't talk to me. I'm a councilwoman. Schmidt? Did the whole crawl to find you. I'm cold, I'm tired, I'm sober. I'm wearing my strapless bra like a belt. But I know what I want. I want you. I want you to be my boyfriend. As much as I want a commuter lane to Costa Mesa! [crowd whooping]
Schmidt: Vote Moscato!