Jess: All right, Cece. That big boy's for you.
Schmidt: What in the hell is that? Winston, what'd you do with the thing we just bought?
Cece: [gasps] Beanbag chair! Beanbag chair! It's from Winston!
Winston: They had to make it out of this dumb blanket.
Cece: Winston, you remembered our game night. I love it.
Schmidt: You do?
Winston: She does.
Cece: I do.
Schmidt: Well, you know what, Winston? You were right... it's the perfect gift. I guess I just have to come to terms with the fact that my wife is a little bit weirder than I thought she was.
Winston: It's a prototype, you know? The real one's on its way. Didn't have a lot of beans, so I had to pad it with rice and oatmeal.