Cece: Okay, someone has to put everything back exactly like they found it.
Schmidt: Well, it clearly is gonna be me, 'cause I'm the only one who can fold. Nick, what are you doing?
Nick: I'm making a mess, but I'm finding the truth.
Schmidt: Okay, I'm gonna end this. Nick, Reagan doesn't wear a wig. We made the whole thing up.
Nick: But I smelled it and I saw it. We couldn't get you out of our room. Why would you lie to me?
Schmidt: Well, we wouldn't need to lie to you if you would just talk to Reagan instead of hiding out in my room with your cheap Southwestern food.
Nick: Talk to her? Like a normal human being?
Schmidt: Yes, that's exactly what I want you to do.
Cece: Yes. Mm-hmm.
Nick: I have nothing in common with that woman. She is a goddess who's descended from the heavens. And I'm just a mud man from the bowels of Chicago.