Nick: Hey, Javier? Where's-where's your shirt?
Javier: Oh, it's so crazy, Nick. Someone broke into my house last night and stole that ugly shirt.
Nick: [chuckles] Yeah... [off Schmidt's look] I don't believe that.
Javier: Oh, it's boxy on me, dude.
Nick: As your boss... Javier, I need you to put your shirt on. I need you to put it on... your mother. [chuckles] Hey, no mother jokes. Javier, do not slide that right now, okay? I mean it. Do not... [Javier slides the shot and it smashes a glass] You're fired.
Javier: What?
Schmidt: Whoa, what?
Javier: You changed, man. That is some Jeffrey Tambor stuff, dude.