Schmidt: This five dollars belongs in the box. It's from the night that I first met Cece.
[flashback:]
Schmidt: Looks like it's finally just the two of us, huh?
Cece: Oh, God, you're about to say something stupid, aren't you?
Schmidt: Yeah. Girl...
[present:]
Schmidt: And then I said something stupid, and Cece made me put money in the douche bag jar.
Nick: What'd you say? You say you can flex your butt cheeks like pecs?
Coach: I bet you were all like, "You're making my dong go crazy!"
Winston: I bet he said something chauvinistic... ...that comes from insecurity but ultimately leads to something endearing.
Schmidt: You know, it doesn't matter what I said. Nonessential, right?
Coach: Exactly.
Schmidt: So, good-bye, Cece. May some poor street urchin with a perfect 34-D enjoy the sports bra that you left in my car.