Schmidt: Look, I'm sorry for not being open with you. The truth is-is I still can't believe that you're gonna marry me. You spent the summer of 2003 at the MTV Beach House. I spent that same summer watching Felicity on VHS and recording a fake radio show where I reviewed snacks. I love you. And I know you love me. And so... [Cece gasps as Schmidt pulls out a ring box, then reveals it's empty] I give you my trust. You've always had it. And I don't feel the need to show the world that I own you by putting some gaudy gem on your hand.
Cece: I love you. [chuckles]
Nick: Ha-ha!
Cece: But you are getting me a real ring.
Schmidt: You're gonna have a diamond the size of a raisin. We can go tomorrow. We'll pick it out together.