Schmidt: He hides his broccoli in a planter during dinner. I wink. I look the other way.
Nick: You mean e-broccoli.
Schmidt: What?
Nick: 'Cause it's the future.
Schmidt: How far in the future are you planning on having a child?
Nick: Well, if we're talking about me meeting a woman, falling in love and having a kid? A very, very, very, very long time.
Schmidt: So many "verys."
Nick: And let's face the facts. My love life is a disaster. Schmidt, this might be my only chance of having a kid.
Schmidt: Don't say that.
Nick: I'm saying it. And if I can't have a kid with a woman, then maybe I'll have one with my cousin.
Schmidt: Horrifying wording for what actually is, well, a beautiful sentiment.