Schmidt: This loft has devolved into chaos.
Cece: You promised me if we had sex this morning, you wouldn't get riled up.
Schmidt: Sex was great. Blessings. But look at all this mail. Small-time drug dealers are more organized than this.
Cece: Oh, my God, my uncle Lee got married.
Schmidt: This is what I'm talking about.
Cece: Oh, my God, he died.