Schmidt: Nick told me it happened to him, like, like, a bunch of times.
Nick: Winston, you told me the first week you got back from Latvia, you had a sex dream about Jess, and she had raccoon hands.
Winston: Dreams do not count.
Jess: You've all thought about me while self-completing?
Schmidt: Yeah. Look, Jess, it's not that big a deal. Really, it's, it's the sincerest form of flattery.
Jess: We're going back to keeping secrets. When I walk through this door and into my room, this conversation never happened. [o.s.] Oh, my God!
Schmidt: So, what did the raccoon hands look like?
Winston: Oh, man, they were digging through the garbage.
Jess: [o.s.] Oh, my God!