Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no, Schmidt. No. Schmidt, no sleeves. Please.
Sorry, that was in my head a little bit, that didn't... Look sharp, you dumb-ass.
Not weird, just a guy who really wants a drink.
- How old are you? - Twenty-six.
Well…then I guess you’re precisely the guy I was looking for
No hat. No hat.
Um, it's been an honor working here.
So stop feeling sorry for yourself, kid, and get up on that bar...
- Welcome to the party. - Thank you.
- Hi, Tanya. Um, sorry I'm late. - Take a seat.
I decided that tonight, my name is Ivy.
NICK: Cheers. Heh-heh. JESS: Getting my costume.
Oh, yeah, I can't, because you're wearing a turn-of-the-century bathing costume.
And the answer is yes.
[JESS SIGHS, THEN SNIFFLES]
Schmidt, please, nothing up your sleeve. It never works.
Pure unadulterated friendship.
You're all a bunch of jerks.
It's going to happen this Saturday night and it is going to be epic.
[SIGHS]