Cece: Okay, she's not looking. Come on, let's go. We can go now, we can go.
Schmidt: No, don't move. If we move, we-- I'm-I'm fired.
Nick: She's not gonna get off this roof. I know how to handle this.
Schmidt: Are you out of your mind? You're just gonna materialize out of thin air on a rooftop?
Nick: Easy. I work here. I'm a window washer, and I finally got to the top floor. You don't like that one? How about this one? I'm a traffic guy, and I fell out of the news chopper.
Schmidt: What are you talking about?
Nick: All these work perfectly. I'll just pick my favorite on the way over.
Schmidt: Sit down, you nincompoop.