Nick: Well, you got in my head. You got in my head. Why'd you have to tell me about the plan, Schmidt? Now I need to know what happens. Why am I not supposed to have a baby this way?
Schmidt: As I saw it, your first child was to be born between you and a small Italian woman.
Nick: Like a Maria?
Schmidt: Yes, like a Maria.
Nick: Okay.
Schmidt: She makes meatballs and soup, and does laundry in a wooden bucket.
Nick: Yeah, she does.
Schmidt: You guys have a child. It's a boy. I'm incredibly involved. I give him the other half of a walkie-talkie just in case he ever has a question in the middle of the night. [imitates static] "Yes, I'm here."