Winston: Let's see. KXHD136.
Schmidt: You memorized the package tracking number, but you didn't know that you could use that number to track the package?
Winston: What?! 9:18 A.M. refused delivery? Did you refuse a package to Retired Rear Admiral Jay Garage-A-Roo?
Schmidt: Listen to what you just asked. Of course I did.
Winston: Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it, Schmidt! I am Retired Rear Admiral Jay Garage-A-Roo! It is my Secret Santa alias.
Schmidt: Oh.
Winston: Yeah. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Winston: You didn't sign for it!
Schmidt: How was I supposed to sign for Garage-A-Roo's package? You and your dang old aliases. You have a new alias every day, Winston.
Winston: Yes, but you should know it's me!
Schmidt: Garage-A-Roo, Kenneth.
Winston: But it was me clearly! Kenneth Kenneth. Rick Smits, Big Poppy Jones.
Schmidt: These are the dumbest names I've ever heard!
Winston: Pontius Pilate.
Schmidt: AKA idiot. Maybe that truck is still in the neighborhood. Let's go out and try and get it.
Winston: Wait! This just became a Schmidt and a Jay Garage-A-Roo mess-around.
Schmidt: Freakin' Jay Garage-A-Roo.

Deb: Get off my truck.
Winston: Please, it is Christmas Eve... Eve.
Deb: That's right. That's my night. So go home, and wait for your package.
Winston: All right, fine. [chuckles] Okay, whatever.
Schmidt: You know what, Deb, that's where you're wrong. There was a time when we didn't need people like you. There was a time where a man could go into a place, buy a thing and leave with that thing. And you weren't involved at all.
Winston: You lost me, Schmidt. What are you talking about?
Schmidt: Stores, Winston!
Winston: Oh, stores! I remember those.
Deb: Stores? What are you gonna do? Pay sales tax? Park? [laughing]
Schmidt: [knocks over parcels] Stores! Brick and mortar, baby!