[As Lily, wearing a rain coat pulled over her backpack and her head, chases Marshall's girlfriend through the rain-drenched streets of New York:]
Lily: [inner monologue] There she is. She doesn't look that great. She's not fat, but that doesn't mean anything. I know tons of skinny, ugly women. That's right, snotty girl in my yoga class, I'm talking to you. Come on, Chloe, turn around. Here we go. Turn around, Chloe. Come on, show me that hideous face. Damn it! Ooh, I know, I'll get ahead of her, then I'll cut back so I... [walks into a pipe] Aah! Oh, my God, that hurts! Turn around! Come on! Just turn around! Okay, this is ridiculous. [out loud] Hey! [inner monologue] Turn around! What's the matter with you? [out loud in gruff voice] Hey, you! Turn around! Turn around, Chloe!