Schmidt: Three. Two. Do it for Cece. [Jess moves the car forward slowly]
Jess: Oh, my God!
Schmidt: What the hell was that?!
Jess: You told me to hit you with the car!
Schmidt: You friggin' hit me with your vehicle!
Jess: You asked me to.
Schmidt: I didn't think you were gonna do it.
Jess: I barely tapped you.
Schmidt: This is my favorite utility khaki!
Jess: Well, then don't tell me to hit you with my car if you don't want me to hit you with my car!
Schmidt: You're out of control!
Jess: What?
Police Officer: [o.s.] Ma'am, please pull over.
[Jess drives forward and sends Schmidt hurtling over the windshield]
Schmidt: Jess! Oh, my God! Schmidt!
Schmidt: Son of a bitch!