Cece: Okay, remember earlier when you told me to leap? You should leap.
Jess: I don't leap. I take small planned steps, like an arthritic dog.
Cece: Really?
[flashback:]
Cece: The last listing is a loft downtown. Bad area. The ad just says it's "sunsoaked and beige-y."
Jess: I don't know. They seem like three nice girls.
[present:]
Cece: And now I am marrying one of those girls and totally freaking out about it.