Schmidt: And, okay, nobody say who you picked. It'll ruin the surprise.
Cece: Oh, crap. You picked me.
Schmidt: No! How'd you know?
Cece: And now you're gonna set me up with you, aren't you?
Schmidt: Come on, Cece, I-I know that this holiday is a bittersweet memory for your people,
Cece: Wrong kind of Indian.
Schmidt: but, please, do not take that out on me.