Jess: Russell? We need to talk.
Russell: Oh, I'm scared of this energy.
Cece: Ya best be. Ya best be scared.
Russell: Is she drunk?
Jess: Yeah. On four glasses of Chardonnay and two pots of coffee. And I'm drunk on rage!
Cece: Knock-knock, boys. Open your brain doors.
Jess: Sit down, Cece.
Jess: Okay. Look, I've let this slide too much in my life, but no more. You may not want me in this meeting, but I belong here.
Russell: Yeah, I-I'm not sure you do.
Jess: Too late, Russell. I'm bustin' in.