Schmidt: What are you doing to that basil, Cece? You trying to make it confess? Easy with the knife, Robespierre.
Cece: I will cut off your weaker fingers, Schmidt, and I'm gonna start with your pinky.
Jess: You guys are adorable.
Schmidt: We are not adorable. Okay? We are just two people having casual, successful sex.
Jess: My bad.
Cece: [whispers] Please.
Jess: All right. I can't stand this heat. I gonna get out of the kitchen. [limps away] Ow. Ow.