Schmidt: You know what got her those three t-poles? Hippie-dippy mishegas.
Jess: Well, she couldn't cut a perfect circle without your cold-blooded demand for excellence.
Schmidt: Is it possible that after all of this time fighting, that, together, we're the perfect parent? I mean, look, you're sweet.
Jess: You're salty.
Cece: Excuse me, she lived inside of me, ya jerks.