Jess: I need a different mouth on my mouth. To erase that mouth.
Schmidt: I can't talk right now. I'm writing a strongly worded email to my florist.
Winston: Jess, you know nothing about sports.
Jess: Ahhh... What am I gonna do? I guess I'll just have to use my eyes, hair, boobs, legs and adorable personality. Hahaha. Fool.
Winston: I got like three of those things.
Nick: Garbage? That's what the nursing home said about my mattress.
Schmidt: Tippy go bye bye!
Jess: I have this feeling too. Like I wanna french you. I really wanna french you.
Schmidt: What is in that?!