Schmidt: I've revised my vision.
Cece: Honey, without my mom's help, I don't think we can afford to parachute the rabbi in.
Schmidt: Well, that's why I've pared it down to only the things that matter.
Jess: That's great. We can throw a wedding on a budget. This is our year. We can do anything. Now, who's gonna take me to the john?
Cece: Not it!
Jess: Really? You're the only girl here.
Cece: I can't. It hurts my back.
Nick: Who keeps giving her juice?
Schmidt: You're in a senility scooter; use a diaper!