Schmidt: [on the phone] Hey, Elizabeth, what are we doing tonight?
Elizabeth: Dexter and pie.
Schmidt: Girl, you treat me right. [to Cece] Hey, there she is, my one and only.
Cece: Oh, thank God, coffee. I barely slept last night.
Schmidt: Yeah, me, too. I think I passed out for, like, 25 minutes when you jammed that sock down my throat.
Cece: I aim to please.