Marshall: Okay, Lily. I'm really hungry, so let's just, uh, aim for my mouth, okay? Besides, the smearing the cake thing's a cliché, remember?
Lily: No, it's going to be so funny.
Marshall: Lily. Lily, just feed me the cake. Please, baby, I am so hungry. [Lily is so drunk she topples over] Whoopsy-daisy. And she's okay. She's all right. That was funny. And it's time for the honeymoon. Guys, guys, guys. Thank you so much.