Schmidt: I don't want to humiliate your cat. I care about Furguson. I don't want... I don't want that poor thing to be humiliated.
Winston: Hey, hey, hey.
Schmidt: I can't imagine his self-esteem level already. It's got to be very low.
Winston: Through the frickin' roof, the self-esteem. Don't worry about Furguson, okay?
Schmidt: Okay, I can't do this anymore. Are we talking about Furguson, or are we talking about you?
Winston: We're talking about me, okay?
Schmidt: I knew it.
Winston: Furguson is me. Patches is Tripp, all right?
Schmidt: I knew... we've been dancing around that all day. Can we please go? I haven't eaten anything in six hours.
Winston: You know what? No. Patches may know a lot of tricks, but you know how Furguson's gonna get Aly?
Schmidt: I think you're getting lost, Winston, but keep going.
Winston: He's gonna keep trying, okay? He's never gonna give up. That's his trick. Now come on, man. Let's get back in there. Come on. Come on.