Jess: Do you think this neckline is too risque? No secret, your girls got bombs.
Schmidt: She does, and normally, there's nothing I'd rather talk about, but Kim is on a rampage and I forgot about this fakakta report that's due. If she finds you here helping with the wedding...
Kim: Schmidt!
Schmidt: Ha, ho... You walk on cat feet, you do.
Kim: Who is this?
Schmidt: Who's who?
Kim: This woman between us. There's no one else I could be talking about.
Schmidt: There's so many women in this office.
Kim: Who is this woman between us sitting on the couch, Schmidt?
Schmidt: I'm so lost.
Kim: Her.
Schmidt: Now I see her. Hi.
Jess: Hi.
Schmidt: Jess is... She's the new temp.
Jess: I'm Jess, the new temp.
Kim: Good, I need someone. Come with me. Up, let's go. Looks like you make your own jewelry. I'm gonna tell you right now, I don't want to hear about it.
Jess: [whispering] She's mean.
Kim: [o.s.] Temp! Come!