Cece: After the day I had, I needed this.
Louise Schmidt: Me, too. What happened? I know you were talking to yourself. Now you're talking to a stranger. Get over it. Is that a crime in California? What happened?
Cece: I got dragged to a random dude's funeral.
Louise Schmidt: Who dragged you?
Cece: My friend. She always thinks she knows what's best.
Louise Schmidt: Who's your friend-- me? [both laugh] No. I got accused of that today by my son. He's tired of me babying him. But he's my baby, so what am I supposed to do?
Cece: Maybe you have to let go a little.
Louise Schmidt: This is why strangers talk. You're a genius. Want to see a picture of my son? He's handsome.
Cece: Nah. I'm kind of in love with my ex, so...
Louise Schmidt: All right, you can't date him anyway. You're not Jewish, so over my dead body and all that.
[laughs]