Nick: All right. I need a drink. Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Somebody cut our soda.
Schmidt: Oh, my God, who would do such a thing?
Nick: It's Connie, Schmidt.
Schmidt: Well, how would she have gotten in here? I mean, she couldn't...
Nick: She took our bubbles, Schmidt! We have to retaliate.
Schmidt: What do we look like, Tonya Harding's henchmen? Who am I, Jeff Gillooly?