Wally: Well, we seem to be in a bit of a conundrum. How do I know this is your box? Do you have any identification, "Cece"?
Schmidt: Cece's my ex-girlfriend; it's a box of her things. But I can tell you everything that's in there. There's some paintings, erotic writings, there's a brassiere.
Wally: Why would you have her brassiere?
Schmidt: Well, you know, she left it in my car, and I kept it.
Wally: She never asked for it back?
Schmidt: Okay, um, Wally, look, it's a box of memories. Memories that I'm not ready to let go of yet.
Wally: Maybe if I could talk to Cece...
Schmidt: Can't talk to Cece; Cece's on top of a mountain. Look, I know this is unusual, but I need that box back, Wally. I need it back more than anything else I've ever needed in my life. Please.
Wally: Does she know she's on the mountain, or is she being held there against her will?
Schmidt: Damn it, Wally, give me the box!
Winston: No! No! No! No! [blows whistle]
Schmidt: Wally! Stop blowing the whistle! You're sexually safe!