Scenes with Schmidt 38
[On the beach, after Nick runs into the ocean]
I'm a little drunk, and I can't be too sure, but I think you're finally about to see your best friend's penis.
Schmidt
Nick— he's gonna sh— he's gonna show his penis to the ocean and not me? Nick, wait! [runs after Nick]
[on her new hutch] Can you believe I found this on the street? Who would want to throw this away?
Schmidt
A blind man who suddenly recovered his sight? Get rid of it, Jess—pine has no place in this loft. It's the wood of poor people and outhouses.
I pay rent, so I think that gives me the right to add a few things.
Schmidt
Jess... [chuckles] you're wrong. Okay? My answer's no.
Well, my answer is yes. I'm keeping the hutch.
Schmidt
I had a bad night. I'm really, I'm just asking you, please d-don't push me. 'Cause then I'll have to reinstate my ban on high-waisted shorts.
Schmidt
Try me.
That was the worst four weeks of my life.
He washed his hands in a public restroom.
Schmidt
And there was a man in there. And he was using the toilet, full sit, no door. And I didn't break eye contact. Not once.
That's not letting go, that's cruising.
Schmidt said he thinks about you sometimes when he's making love to himself.
Schmidt
One time.
Schmidt
I thought about bangs and your face just appeared beneath them. Okay, by the way, like I'm the only one. Nick told me it happened to him, like, like, a bunch of times.
Winston, you told me the first week you got back from Latvia, you had a sex dream about Jess, and she had raccoon hands.
You've all thought about me while self-completing?!
N Nadia
[opening the door for Schmidt] Cece, the Jewish is here to make sex.
Schmidt
Uh, it's actually Schmidt. Um, we've met, uh, many times.
N Nadia
Right. I hear you make sex through Cece wall. You sound like dog being stepped on. [barking weakly]
Schmidt
Any noises I make, they come from a very truthful place.
Schmidt
Know this: you're not the only one that's hurting here, Jessica Day. The economy stinks, bees are dying, movies are pretty much all sequels now, and I...
Don't say "broken penis."
Schmidt
... have a broken penis. Don't pretend to know my pain.
Schmidt
[about Cece] She's never gonna be happy with somebody like me, Jess.
Schmidt
That's why I'm gonna have to White Fang her.
Schmidt, come on! Look, I try not to judge what you guys do, but please don't tell me things like that.
Schmidt
No, no, Jess, Jess. The book: White Fang .
I thought we talked about you not wearing your shower diaper in the kitchen.
Schmidt
Excuse me, do you think this has been easy for me—to wash myself all summer long with a penis cast on? Thank God this thing comes off this afternoon. And by the way, I know what you've been thinking, and the answer is yes, I have been able to reach completion with some very precise and vigorous nipple play.
I got your text. When you're going through a "Taylor Swift-like range of emotions," I should come over, right?
Schmidt
You were the only one that I could talk to. Being brown, you have the wisdom of a thousand white women.
[imitating Steve Urkel] "Did I do that?"
Schmidt
I'm sorry, did you just say you were working on that?
Okay, look, it is perfectly fine to watch TV all day.
SW Schmidt and Winston
No, it's not.
Not even in my darkest moments did I do Urkel.
Schmidt
[about the new hipster neighbors] They hate me, and I know why they hate me, too. It's because I'm old, and they're the future of humanity: a panethnic, pansexual hivemind, and they want nothing to do with me.
They're not that great, Schmidt. Last night, Chaz and Sutton got in a fight.
Schmidt
A lovers' quarrel?
Sutton and Chaz are not a couple.
Chaz is with Fife; Brorie's with, uh... the other broad.
Actually, Brorie, Sutton and Fife are in a triad, and Chaz is a floater.
Schmidt
They're polyamorous?! Damn it!
[showing her outfit to the guys] I'm going out tonight with Cece and her model friends, and I'm going for "promising ballerina turned streetwalker."
Schmidt
You have too much joie de vivre . Okay? You wanna look a little bit more bored, tired, just altogether disengaged.
More tired— more, like, sick-like. Really let your bones prop you up.
Schmidt
[about Jess's costume] I got it, you look like a zombie Woody Allen.
Schmidt
[imitating Woody Allen] "These brains are terrible. And such— such small portions."
[imitating Woody Allen] "On Christmas, I like to eat Chinese people's brains. They're the only ones that are open."
[imitating Woody Allen] "Zombie... Cristina... Barcelona ."
Yeah, I have nothing to add to this.
Just update your résumé, you ninny.
Yeah, I called you a ninny, 'cause you're acting like a ninny, you ninny!
Don't call me a ninny, I'm PMSing!
Ah! Why would you... Yucky!
Schmidt
No, no, no. I don't wanna hear it.
It hurts, I feel like I've laid a million eggs and they're all hatching. I feel like I wanna murder someone, and also I want soft pretzels.
You know what? I feel the same way.
Shut up! Shut up, you! 'Cause I don't wanna hear it! I've had it! If any of you cross me, I'm gonna kick the testicles clean off your body! Clean off! You'll look like Ken dolls down there!
Schmidt
Hey, Winston, tell him what you have.
Sympathy PMS. It's a real thing, I looked it up.
Sympathy PMS? What's that?
No! PMS is mine! Stop stealing my stuff, Winston.
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