Nick: I guess we're gonna open mail in front of everybody. Great. Uh... Jess, you want to go ahead?
Jess: Yeah. I just want to say we really missed you guys. And Nick, I don't need to be married to know who we are.
Nick: Really?
Jess: Really. I love you, and I love our life together, and I don't want anything to change. And the moment that someone suggested that we weren't where we should be, I went crazy. Because we're great. And why risk messing that up? We don't need to get married, and that's okay with us. Right, Nick?
Nick: Yeah, right.
Jess: So, let's see what Turkey wants.
Nick: Ah, enough of that. Give me that. Who cares what Turkey wants? Cake beats mail. We got a hungry birthday girl right here, I don't want to bore her with foreign mail.
Ruth: I like mail.
Nick: Oh, you don't know what you like. You're three years old. Excuse me. I got to go wash my hands. I've been in Europe.
Schmidt: Is he suggesting that he hasn't washed his hands since Europe?