Schmidt: It's been two hours. This is officially crazy. Also, I have to go to the bathroom.
Cece: Just pee yourself.
Schmidt: So you'd rather sit in my urine for the rest of the car ride than admit to Winston that we're sleeping together?
Cece: Yep, absolutely. Don't even have to think about it. I don't want to ruin what we have, okay? Because if people find out, they're gonna have a lot of questions, like, "Cece, why are you sleeping with him?" And, "Seriously, why?"
Schmidt: You think we have something to ruin?
Cece: Earlier, I was dressed as a sex-cretary. And I was wearing shoulder pads. So I obviously must like sleeping with you.
Schmidt: A secre-tarty.
Cece: Shut... up.