Robin: Oh, my God, Lily, what are you eating, gravel?
Marshall: Oh, I know, right? It sounds like cufflinks going up a vacuum cleaner.
Lily: Well, why don't you sing about it?
Marshall: [singing] Because I don't sing about everything I do.
Robin: No, no, sometimes you just sing nonsense sentences like a stroke victim, and what's worse, they're catchy. [singing] Apple, orchard, banana, cat dance, 8663 See? We know that one because once you sang that for, like, three hours. What the hell is that?
Marshall: That's my password. AOBCD8663.