Doug: Hey. Hey.
Marshall: I'm not talking to you.
Doug: Yes, you are. You'll do whatever I say. Hold your breath.
Marshall: I'm not holding my breath.
Doug: The winning team was the... [Marshall holds his breath] Now here's how this is going to work. You're going to take me to three R-rated movies a week...
Future Ted: [v.o.] And then Uncle Marshall got an idea. It was not one he was proud of in retrospect, but desperate times...
[Marshall takes a carton of juice and pours it on Doug's pants]
Marshall: Oh, no. Somebody wet their pants.
Doug: No, I didn't.
Marshall: Oh, really? Who's everyone gonna believe? I'm a grownup third-year law student at Columbia and you're just a little pants wetter. So now I ask you a question. Do you want to be able to quietly sneak off to the restroom and dry off or am I gonna have something for show and tell today? Hey, everyone...
Doug: Okay, okay. You win.
Marshall: I want my money back. And your pudding snack pack.