Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WINSTON: It's involuntary.

Thin-crust pizza? No, thank you, I'm from Chicago.

Welcome to office hours. Um...

Winston told me you guys make fun of my gremlin nails.

- Good evening. JESS: Hello.

I know, I know, I know, well, just talk about what my pogo is. What's my pogo?

Um, let's talk about the, um, four classifications of conflict.

We all take turns sneaking money into your pants before you put them in the dryer.

No, no, no, I'm sure that you guys have stuff you laugh at me about.

- Apricot's leaving, Apricot's leaving. - Oh, good.

Jump out the way, Jessica?

Heh, heh, never talk about your toenails, Schmidt.

- Don't ask about the bag. - Don't ask about the bag. Bitch.

CHORUS: Who's that girl? - It's Jess

Oh, you put up your pup tent in front of the fire.

- Where the hell did you come from? - I came from my room.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[NICK & SCHMIDT CHUCKLE]

- Bowl. - Okay.

- Can't draw eyes. It's weird. - Can't draw eyes.

He farts when he runs.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. Oh, God, oh, God.

Maybe we should take one car.

[TOENAILS CLICKING ON FLOOR]

I'm here to learn how to write short fiction.

Besides my pogo.

Her down there and my...

Oh. Like your barnacle toenails?