Nick: That was great. Just like I envisioned it. Connie cut our soda line. So we take a fish, and we put it in the vents of her restaurant bar. The whole place is gonna smell like a whale's ass.
Schmidt: Not just any fish either. A branzino. You know...
Nick: Freaking branzino.
Schmidt: She thinks she's hip and classy. Wait till she tangles with the most highly regarded table fish in all the world.
Cece: I was trying to cut a runaway olive, and I cut the soda line.
Nick: [scoffs] Why? Why'd you...?
Cece: I-I didn't think you'd actually notice, to be honest with you.