Schmidt: Oh, no, no, it's... it's carpet cleaner. You know, I thought I'd take it right down to the base. I'll probably have to regrow some skin, but it's all right.
Fawn Moscato: It's okay, Schmidt. Look, I understand if you want to break up with me. I'm a laughingstock, and you shouldn't be associated with my brand. Which is tainted. An unfortunate choice of words. So, what was it you wanted to say to me?
Schmidt: Fawn, I don't want to break up with you. I like you just the way that you are. [goes into kiss her]
Fawn Moscato: No offense, but you're terrifying to look at, and you smell like a chemical fire.
Schmidt: Taint that the truth?