Clerk: Happy Thanksgiving.
Lily: Happy Thanksgiving. As in check out the chick buying the knock-up test everybody, wonder what must be going through her head. Yeah, well, since you asked, a family of mayonnaise-guzzling giants is trying to suck me into their suburban nightmare. And there's a solid chance that I have an Eriksen the size of a 15-pound turkey growing inside of me.
Clerk: You know the Eriksen's? You're Marshall's fiancé.
Lily: Fantastic.
Clerk: So nice to meet you. You are taller than described.