Schmidt: Hey, Cece. Um... Look, I get it. This isn't going to happen. But the couch is super uncomfortable, my sunburn's starting to blister, and I just want to sleep in my own bed.
Cece: Okay.
[Schmidt turns on "swamp sounds" on his white noise machine]
Cece: I'm sorry for everything. I can be a jerk sometimes.
Schmidt: I hate sleeping alone.
Cece: Me too.
Schmidt: Sweet. Sch-weet...
Cece: Better when you don't talk.
Schmidt: Yeah.
Cece: [grabs Schmidt's hand] If you tell anyone we held hands, I have two people in my phone that will kill you. Literally.