Barney: Anyway, how was your weekend?
Marshall: Terrible, and it's all your fault, okay? I took your stupid advice.
[flashback to Marshall and Lily in their kitchen:]
Lily: Baby, could you wash your dishes?
Marshall: Lily, I'm glad that you bring that up. No. And here is why. [clears throat; pats his lap for Lily to sit down, she doesn't] Okay. So, it's like this, okay. Yeah, sure. You want me to go ahead and wash my dish. But maybe I want you to paint the ceiling, right? And maybe I should say, "Okay, yeah. I'll wash my dish if you get up there and just... "You paint naked babies on the ceiling." You know? It's just like...
Lily: Huh?
[present:]
Ted & Barney: Huh?
Marshall: I don't know what happened. I'm a lawyer. I argue for a living, but when it comes to Lily, I just get all flustered. How could you not? I mean, the girl's all eyes and boobs.