Cece: Ugh. I'm so sorry, babe.
Schmidt: Yeah. No. I'm-I'm fine. Look, we don't wear sweaters and roll around in the leaves, but there are other ways for us to bond. If he wants to drink, then, you know what? I'm gonna drink. I'm gonna get sloppy with my poppy. Nick. Papa! Wait for me. Cece, get my bitters kit. Ooh, actually, can you just make sure that there's a garbage can next to the bed? Because... I can't hang.