Winston: Um Cece, I just want to say, on my end, that I am so, so sorry.
Cece: Sorry about what?
Winston: You know, uh Elizabeth.
Cece: Well, what about Elizabeth?
Schmidt: He made love to her. Winston made love to Elizabeth. After I chose you, Winston was all too quick, in Elizabeth's vulnerable state, to rush in there and just get his jollies off. His sweaty, disgusting jollies.
Cece: Seriously? I mean, she must have just been so upset and hurt I didn't even know you were interested in her.
Schmidt: Tell her what you did, Winston, and give her the short version, which you did not give to Elizabeth.
Winston: Wha? What I did... Um... Okay, well, I drove over there to seduce her. And I seduced her two and a half times.
Schmidt: Puzzle me this, then, Winston. How do you live with yourself?