Schmidt: You think Prince has a pool?
Winston: You think he has a drawbridge?
Nick: We're never gonna get in. We're not even in a limo.
Coach: Uh, excuse me, we're in a Ford Fusion, the best car ever made. It gets double the gas mileage of...
Schmidt: Again?
Nick: Shut up. That's all you've been talking about the whole drive, and it's weird. You get sexual when you talk about it. It's in your eyes. I don't like it.
Coach: Double the gas mileage means you go double as far. Double as long.

Prince: Hi. I'm Prince. So what seems to be the problem? Oh, how rude of me. I haven't given you enough time to freak out yet. You may do so now.
Jess: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! [sobs]
Nick: [high-pitched squealing]
Jess: Oh, my God!
Nick: [faints]
Jess: Nick!

Coach: Jess, how did you know the words?
Jess: I think Prince is magic.
Nick: I've always thought Prince was magic.
Winston: Where do we go from here?
Schmidt: How do we move on from this? Just go to work tomorrow?