Jess: What is going on here? Christmas isn't stressful.
Winston: Babe.
Cece: You get more stressed out by Christmas than anyone I know.
[flashback to Jess turning on the Christmas lights:]
Jess: The spirit of Christmas. [electrical hissing, booming clack] Son of a whore!
Cece: Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Jess: [yelling]
[present:]
Jess: In my defense, I hadn't slept for six days. But I do see your point.