Winston: I get it, Schmidt. We're in a rut.
Schmidt: Without sex, she's not your girlfriend, okay? She's a friend that you buy meals for. Winston, I get it, man. You're... you're scared to end it. You're just like Cece. Cece's scared to end it with Robby, because clearly she's still nuts about me.
Winston: Robby's nice. Good guy, man. He always has gum.
Schmidt: "Oh, Robby... he's such a nice guy." I'll show you nice guy. Boom. Punch him in his face. Yeah, put you in a guillotine choke hold. And then Robby's like, "Oh, my God! I can't believe this. Young Abraham Lincoln is choking me out in his guillotine."
Winston: You're going as young Abe Lincoln for Halloween?
Schmidt: Statistically speaking, every American thinks about Abraham Lincoln at least once a day. And Cece's American, so...
Winston: Thank you for that information, Schmidt.

Amelia: You had an alter ego, remember?
Nick: Yeah.
Amelia: The guy who'd been in a coma who woke up thinking he had invented pie.
Nick: Oh, I got a great new idea for a dessert! Wait a second, what year is it? [Amelia laughs] That's awesome you liked that. No, I'm really glad you're here. Welcome to Los Angeles. L.A., as the locals call it. This is the city where many scenes from the film Beverly Hills Chihuahua were shot.

Schmidt: Nick, where do you even buy sheets like this? They're the thread count of a paper towel.