Robin: Lily, it's gonna be fine.
Lily: No, it's not. Marshall's gonna freak. Oh, God, oh, God. What are we gonna do? Oh, God, oh...!
Robin: Shut up! Now, listen to me. The clock is ticking. Okay, first thing, we scoop up all these little pieces of tofu and cabbage. Next, what we need to take care of are the really messy parts: the pools that have collected. We got to soak that soup up. Last is the smell. We got to cover up that Tom Kah Gai. You mentioned cigars.
Lily: There's two in the glove compartment, but he's been saving them.
Robin: Hand me those chopsticks.
[later, Robin and Lily are casually smoking cigars in the spotless Fiero:]
Robin: Hey, how about some tunes? Oh, great song.
Lily: These cigars aren't helping at all.
Robin: Yeah. This was a terrible idea.
Lily: Now it just smells like a homeless guy threw up in here.