Cece: Why are we putting this on your body? Aren't you gonna be wearing a shirt?
Schmidt: Well, you know, Fawn wants me to be prepared for all scenarios. What if somebody gives birth out there and I have to swaddle the baby in my polo? [Cece chuckles] Yeah. I've never been under this kind of scrutiny before. I'm having my teeth shaved by a 25th of an inch. Fawn thinks that I have the teeth of an immigrant. She says every time she looks at me, all she can see is Fievel Mousekewitz singing "There Are No Cats in America." Those little... those little mice Jews.