Cece: I don't know what we're supposed to do together any more. Everything seems to turn you on.
[flashback to Schmidt and Cece with binoculars in the loft:]
Schmidt: Oh, look, Cece, a bird. Ow. Ah, damn it!
Cece: Schmidt, it's a mother bird in her nest!
Schmidt: Must I say it, Cece?
Cece: What?
Schmidt: Eggs.
Cece: Okay.