Schmidt: Hey. Made a list of rules for our guests. Obviously, no one's wearing shoes inside the house, but what if we put a foot-washing station in the driveway?
Cece: Babe, I was thinking maybe we have no rules. Well, because growing up, all the cool houses didn't have rules, remember?
Schmidt: I was never invited to any of the cool houses. My only friend in high school was my piano teacher,
and then he got that boyfriend with the Trans Am, and I never saw him again.
Cece: I really wish I could travel back in time and give young you a hug.
Schmidt: Yeah, well, young me would've greeted that hug with an immediate collapse in orgasm.