Winston: How's the boba?
Schmidt: It's fine. Why are you making so much eye contact with us?
Cece: Oh, you're gonna ask us for something, aren't you?
Winston: This boba is a metaphor. Aly is the tapioca pearl to my milky matcha, each made better by the unlikely presence of the other. I think you know what I'm saying...
Cece: We have absolutely no idea.
Schmidt: I haven't known what you've been saying for three and a half years.
Winston: I'm asking Aly to marry me.