Cece: You know, you don't deserve to be treated like that. You just got to tell her no. Otherwise, all she'll do is see you as a pretty face and a hot body.
Schmidt: I'm sorry, what was that?
Cece: You have a pretty face.
Schmidt: No, no, no, 'cause the second part. And I'd like you to say it, like, in an accent, but make direct eye contact.
Cece: Yes, Schmidt, do not push your luck with me
Schmidt: What's that smell?
Cece: That's your perfume.
Schmidt: You wore it?
Cece: Yeah, and it smells terrible.
Schmidt: Ha! It does smell terrible. It's like a dirty dish towel.