Schmidt: How about a fake beard? Get some double-sided tape, we can shave Winston's cat...
Cece: Okay, you know what, enough. I cannot just stand here and watch Fawn treat you like she's your pageant mom. She needs to accept you exactly how you are, or you need to find somebody that will. 'Cause I think you are fine as is.
Schmidt: Damn it. You know what, you're right. I'm gonna go talk to her. Can you drive though? I want to fix my makeup in the car. For me, not for her. I don't want to scare anybody. Ugh. I think I'm drunk from the face fumes.