Jess: Cece? Cece, I can't... breathe. Cece, I know why you didn't tell me about Schmidt ... because you like him!
Cece: What?!
Jess: The shirt, Cece. You thought the shirt he made was funny. You obviously like him. It's the only explanation for thinking that's funny.
Cece: Oh, my God, I think you're right.
Jess: And you didn't want to tell me 'cause you knew that I would know. And you weren't ready to admit it to yourself.
Cece: Okay, can we just say that I didn't tell you because I'm a total bitch? 'Cause I'm way more comfortable with that. Oh, maybe I like Schmidt. You... You can't tell anyone.
Jess: Yeah. That's like a secret only I know.