Cece: I have a better idea. Why don't you throw your thing at our place? Ever since our wedding china came in, we've been dying to host a dinner party.
Winston: Is your house even done yet?
Schmidt: All the party zones are in working order: living room, dining room. The master bedroom has sort of turned into a place where the workers throw all their trash. I think even one of them went to the toilet in there.
Cece: But...
Schmidt: Yes. We'll just lock that door.