Schmidt: What am I looking at here? Robby, man to man, you didn't want to wear something, I don't know, a little more form flattering? Maybe like a pile of towels, the number eight?
Cece: Schmidt.
Schmidt: I know. But how could I not knock down such low-hanging fruit? Speaking of low-hanging fruit, Jess, you didn't want to let out the pants a little bit?
Jess: No.
Schmidt: Not even a touch?
Jess: No.
Schmidt: You want to look at your work?
Jess: Looks great.
Schmidt: Not to an eight-year-old child. Who's just staring right down the barrel.