Nick: Ding, ding, ding, ding. What the hell is going on here? If everybody's jumping in, I'm gonna jump in. Reagan says my room looks stupid, like a teenager lives there.
Cece: She's correct.
Jess: No one's authorized to ding, ding, ding except for Schmidt and I. And you you're not supposed to say "ding, ding, ding" when you ding, ding, ding.
Schmidt: Guys, please. These are all common topics. This is why I proposed Common Lunch, but nobody showed up.