Schmidt: What the hell?
Cece: What?
Schmidt: Why am I sparkly?
Cece: Sparkly? You bought the bronzer with glitter in it.
Schmidt: Cece, please, you gotta help me, Ce... Fawn's gonna kill me!
Cece: Okay, just don't get too expressive. You'll crease!
Schmidt: So stupid! I feel like I'm trying to get into an 18-and-under club in Tucson!