Nick: So here we are.
Cece: All right, Nick, I'll sign it. I don't want to hurt Schmidt, and right now, he's probably just crying his eyes out at the...
Both: Denim bar.
[elsewhere:]
Schmidt: [sobs, wipes nose on jeans] I really appreciate you keeping the store open for me late, Maurice.
[back:]
Nick: That denim bar is like his temple.
Cece: He legitimately wants us to get married there.
Nick: At a denim bar?
Cece: Yeah.