Ted: Come on, it's Sunday, it's pancakes day!
Marshall: Lily always made the pancakes. God, I loved her pancakes. So soft. So warmed. So perfectly shaped.
Ted: Are we still talking about her pancakes? Come on, you gotta eat something. What can I get you?
Marshall: Beer.
Ted: No, that's what you had for dinner.
Marshall: Fine. Than I'll just have the leftovers. [pulls a beer out from the couch]