Cece: You and I have never spent my birthday apart, ever. Except for the one time in seventh grade where you walked out of my sleepover because you claimed...
Jess: When you struck me in the breast.
Cece: But I didn't even touch boob, because you know, we all knew you were stuffing...
Jess: Oh, my God. We were all stuffing. Stuffing? We all stuffed.
Cece: You've seen my grandmother. I was not stuffing.
Jess: Yes, we were. It was seventh grade.
Cece: I've been like this since I was seven.