Barney: So, Marshall. This "Olive Theory" based on you and Lily?
Marshall: Yeah.
Barney: You hate olives? Lily loves them, you can't stand them.
Marshall: Yeah, hate olives.
Barney: Two weeks ago, Spanish bar on 79th Street, dish of olives, you had some. What up?
Marshall: You have to swear that this does not leave this cab.
Barney: I swear.
Ranjit: I swear.
Marshall: On our first date, I ordered a Greek salad. Lily asked if she could have my olives. I said, "Sure... I hate olives."
Barney: But you like olives!
Marshall: Well, I was eighteen, okay? I was a virgin. Been waiting for my whole life for a pretty girl to want my olives.