Nick: I don't understand what Cece's doing here. She led the walk-out. If she's gonna be here, can she at least help us?!
Cece: I am not gonna scab. [to Schmidt] Sorry, bae, I cannot scab, but I'm here for you as your fiancée.
Schmidt: You are my rock right now. Do you need anything?
Cece: No, I'm good, babe.
Schmidt: Okay, just let me know if you do. [to Nick] We are screwed!