Schmidt: Well, Lucy left. Turns out she's a bit of an anti-Semite.
Cece: Hmm.
Schmidt: Yeah, looks like we both struck out.
Cece: Okay, Schmidt, there is no Geoff. Come on. But to honest, I'm kind of glad there isn't. You know, Thanksgiving should be spent with the people that you care about.
Schmidt: Let me get you a beer.
Cece: By the way... you're on my Never List, too.
Geoff: Hi. Are you Cece? I'm Geoff. Um, I'm Schmidt's friend. I'm sorry I'm late. I hit a peacock on my way here and then I held it in my arms until it died. It was horrible, but also kind of uplifting. Um, anyway, I brought creamed spinach.
Cece: [speaking Hindi, pushes Geoff out of the apartment]