Winston Quote #352
Quote from Winston in Sister III
Winston: Oh, you can do this. You can do this, Winnie. [to a boy] What are you doing here? On a school day? I see this means you're the cutting type. Which means you're the pantsing type. Well, I got news for you, buddy. You ain't getting 'em! Not today. How 'bout I take your pants, huh? Not like that, everybody! I'm not trying to take the little kid's pants. He's trying to take my pants. You see how he's eyeing my pants? So I eyed his pants... You know what? You win. You win, you little son of a bitch. You win!
New Girl Quotes
‘Sister III’ Quotes
Quote from Nick
Nick: Reason 13: I like my stuff and I hate her stuff. Reason number 14: How am I ever gonna change my clothes?
Schmidt: You don't change in front of your girlfriend? You get naked in front of her.
Nick: Yes, but those are different things. When you're naked, you're powerful and it's glorious. When you're changing, you're hunched over and cowering, like an animal.
Schmidt: Animals don't wear clothes, Nick.
Quote from Nick
Nick: Hey. I'm sorry that this didn't work out. I'm sorry that we sucked.
Jess: Look, we don't suck. I'm crazy about you, but I don't have to spend every second with you in what amounts to a one-room log cabin.
Nick: Cabins are what drove the Pilgrims crazy. That's why they killed each other at the Plymouth Rock Massacre.
Jess: That's not a real thing.
Nick: So how did the millions of Pilgrims die?
Jess: There definitely weren't millions of Pilgrims.
Nick: Then how do you explain my 37-page essay about it?
Jess: I think you made it up in your head.
Nick: This seems like one of those "agree to disagree" moments...
Jess: No. It's not.
Nick: I'm also older than you.
Quote from Schmidt
Schmidt: Is that why you guys are sorting through my garbage? I appreciate the concern, you guys, but Abby has changed.
Coach: Then how do you explain this?
Schmidt: I put my coffee grounds in a plastic bag so it doesn't get the rest of my trash dirty.
Coach: Really?
Cece: Yeah, he does that.
Coach: You got clean-ass trash, man. I don't even need gloves for this.
Schmidt: Quit sorting through my trash, Coach. You're messing it all up.