Nick: Don't worry, don't worry. I got it. I got it. I'll just clean it.
Coach: Dude, there's a sponge in your hand.
Schmidt: No, let him go. He's my inspiration. You know, living with him in that slovenly hellhole has been a secret blessing. It's made me stronger. Without ash to rise from, the phoenix would just be a bird getting up. I am a phoenix, and I will rise.
Cece: He usually says that speech before sex.
Schmidt: By 2015, I will have my own room. And by 2016... [looks off into the distance]
Coach: What is he looking at?
Nick: I don't know.
Schmidt: ...I will be a millionaire.

Nick: Give him the account. He's a hard worker, and he's a neat freak. How do I know that? 'Cause I share a room with him.
Gina: You two share a room?
Nick: And you should see his side. It is so clean. It looks like the inside of a Japanese subway. Speaking of sharing a bedroom, Brittany's coming over tonight. Uh, so I'm gonna need ten to 15 minutes of privacy for... I don't need 15 minutes. That's excessive. Give me five to ten. That feels braggy. Give me three to five, but no less than three 'cause that's rude to girls.

Cece: Your dad is dating Trashley Berkman? Didn't she... ?
Jess: Yes. She sexually intercoursed my high school boyfriend George Jiang underneath the bleachers.
Cece: While you were sitting...
Jess: Yes! While I was sitting on those bleachers. Have you ever seen sex from above, Cece? It's horrible. That's why God thinks it's a sin.