Schmidt: Here? You're dropping me off here? R-Right in front of this obvious pickpocket? Look at the size of that guy. He's clearly new homeless. We're a mile away from the loft, Cece.
Cece: I'm not getting caught with you.
Schmidt: I'm gonna have to run all the way home. And I have my slippiest loafers on.
Cece: If I were you, I would get walking right now. You're never gonna get home before dawn.
Schmidt: Okay, look, I'm fine with you not telling anybody about us, but you cannot just call me at anytime and just summon me for intercourse. I have no control here, and I'm stressed out all day long. It's like you're ripping the side block out of my mental Jenga. I'm totally falling apart.