Cece: Schmidt! I have to get serious about my future, otherwise my mom is going to set me up with a hundred sweet, gentle, painfully boring Indian guys.
Schmidt: Oh, my God, your mother. "I want to control your life."
Cece: That's how my parents met and they had a beautiful, healthy marriage.
Schmidt: I respect your parents ... I do. I respect everything that ... look what they've created. Look at that... look at your beauty, with your hair. I'd eat it out of a bowl, your hair. I'd put it in a bowl and I'd eat your hair.
Nick: Oh, my God.