Winston: What are you doing here?
Cece: He left me a voicemail from the ambulance. He was rambling a lot, but I brought him this.
Winston: Whoa, where'd you get that?
Cece: You know, one of the perks of being a model. You get to meet a lot of sketchy people. The guy who got me this also said he could get me a box of dolphin steaks or a mostly white baby.

Schmidt: I just realized something. It was never about a fish. It was a metaphor. It was about Cece. Don't feel bad about not seeing it. Look, man, it was subtle as hell. Oh, my God, is that a lionfish? Where'd that come from?
Winston: The... The lion... the lionfish? You. That came from you. When the paramedics came, you... you had it in your hand. They were like, "Whoa, you can't get one of these." And I was like, "He caught it in a..." You did it.
Schmidt: Hello, fish Cece. Gonna put you back in the sea.
Winston: I'm sorry, what?
Schmidt: Look, Winston, I don't know if it was the jellyfish's venom or the paramedic's urine, but it made me realize...she's not mine to keep. She belongs out there. In the great, wide open ocean. [walks to the toilet]
Winston: Uh, Schmidt, that don't go to the ocean.
Schmidt: What are you, the city planner?

Nick: I know this isn't gonna end well, but the whole middle part's gonna be awesome.