Marshall: Pretty sure that my foot is frozen solid.
Ted: Marshall, there's a very real chance that we're gonna be snowed in here for days. If I die first, do whatever you need to survive. Eat my flesh. Slice me open like a tauntaun, whatever.
Marshall: Thanks, Ted. You're a good friend. And if I die first, you just leave my body alone.
Ted: What? I just said you could cut me open and crawl inside me.
Marshall: Yeah, don't do any of that stuff to me. It skeeves me out.
Ted: But... But you're dead, and I'm gonna die if I don't.
Marshall: Wasn't an easy decision.