Winston Quote #443
Quote from Winston in Girl Fight
Schmidt: Oh, hey, Coach.
Coach: Aw, hey, you. That's nice.
Schmidt: Oh, this? I-I don't know. Thanks, I guess. I'm kind of whatever about it.
Coach: No.
Schmidt: What do you got there?
Coach: Oh, me? Uh, just some sneakers. [laughs] I hope they're okay. I don't have an eye for things like you.
Schmidt: Well, yeah, you do. Come on, don't be so hard on yourself.
Coach: Your eye is so good.
Schmidt: I'm sure they're great... Not that you could look bad in anything really. [laughs]
[Schmidt and Coach groan as Winston punches them in their nuts]
Schmidt: Thank you for that.
Coach: Yeah, thanks, man.
Winston: Anytime.
Coach: We cool?
Schmidt: Yeah, we cool.
New Girl Quotes
‘Girl Fight’ Quotes
Quote from Jess
Jess: Cece just texted me a smiley face.
Schmidt: Is that bad?
Jess: No, she just texted me the world's first good smiley face. I'm gonna text her [chuckles] a yellow heart. No, uh, yellow heart, whale, thumbs up.
Schmidt: Well, that seems nice.
Jess: [gasps] How dare she? Chinese man, ballerina, apartment building?
Schmidt: What does that mean?
Jess: Fine! Poop. Turban guy. Granny.
Schmidt: Don't text her poop.
Jess: [gasps] Explosion, monkey-see? You want to play dirty? Fine. Slice of cake. Turtle.
Schmidt: Don't sen...
Jess: Oh. [gasps] Double syringe? Double syringe. You're right, Schmidt. Maybe it's time to dig up some berries. The gatherers have become the hunters. Be well.
Schmidt: Wh-Where are you... Where are going? L-Leave those berries be.
Quote from Schmidt
Schmidt: Well, congratulations on having sisters, but I know women. You blindfold me, spin me around and drop me into a rainstorm, and I'll still find the G-spot.
Coach: Schmidt...
Schmidt: Let us not forget that I had boobs for the first 19 years of my life. I grew up as a fat, asexual friend-zoner. You can't buy that kind of access.
Quote from Jess
Cece: What the hell just happened?
Coach: Fight.
Schmidt: Yeah. Now it's over. I barely even remember it.
Jess: I cannot believe you guys handle things that way. I'm starting to think that neither one of you read the Madeleine Albright biography I gave you for Christmas.