Nick: Are you crying? That's the question. Are you crying?
Kim: I just met my birth mother. I don't have to explain myself to a chimney sweep.
Kim: Schmidt, why are you dressed like a Little Rascal?
Schmidt: The truth is it's... it's our bone-iversary. [Kim groans] Kim, this job means so much to me, but... she means a lot more. So... if this costs me the promotion, then I can live with that.
Kim: You know, this is the first conversation we've ever had where you weren't lying to me. It's nice. I'm not flaming with rage. And by the way, I've noticed you're working your ass off. Now get back to work. Cece, your décolletage looks beautiful.
Cece: Thank you.