Schmidt Quote #419

Quote from Schmidt in Parking Spot

Schmidt: I didn't even have to tell you guys about the spot. Why did I tell you guys about the spot? Oh, damn it! I'm the dumbest boy in school!


 ‘Parking Spot’ Quotes

Quote from Winston

Daisy: You forgot a condom?
Winston: You got a grocery bag?
Daisy: No.
Winston: Tin foil?
Daisy: No.
Winston: Hand sanitizer?
Daisy: No.
Winston: You got a shower cap and a twist tie?
Daisy: You didn't bring the one thing we need to have sex?
Winston: What about a baseball cap that's really small?
Daisy: Are you serious?
Winston: Um, I got quick reflexes. Mm, I'm gonna take care of this, okay?
Daisy: Okay, well, look, do not waste my time.
Winston: I will be back faster than you can say, "Damn, Winston, I took care of myself already." Don't-don't say that, though.

Quote from Jess

Nick: Why you holding a box of fish sticks?
Jess: Because I'm going to go scare the feral cats away that live in my current parking spot, Nick. I'm going to throw fish sticks at them while singing "Memory," and don't you dare criticize me.

 Schmidt Quotes

Quote from Godparents

Schmidt: Oh, no. Ruth hasn't been signed out. Um, excuse me. Um, have you seen Ruth? Brown hair, smile that would shake the earth, hates peas?
Girl: A white man broke in today.
Schmidt: A... a white man?! No! Well, what did security do about it?!
Girl: Nothing.
Schmidt: Typical!

Quote from Wig

Schmidt: You know, when we first met, I had to pretend that all kinds of things were wrong with you just so I wouldn't freak out. You know, like, I gave you a glass eye for a while. You had a wooden foot for a short period of time. There was one week where I pretended that you were a Democrat.
Cece: I am a Democrat.
Schmidt: [laughing] Ah, that's so funny. I love you.
Cece: Okay. So we tell Nick she has a glass eye.
Schmidt: He'll spin out. He'll think the eye is a government-issued camera taking pictures for Langley. [Cece scoffs] Nick's a conspiracy theorist. It's like an Irish carnival up there-- just potato peels, broken rides, fiddle music, dreams left unfulfilled, bloodied soccer jerseys, bunch of women limping around named Moira.