Lily: You know what else I miss? Our lunchtime phone call.
[flashback to Lily in the apartment:]
Lily: [on the phone] Hey, baby, it's lunchtime, and I love you.
Marshall: [on the phone at work, surrounded by colleagues] I reciprocate in principle. Although with the caveat that there seems to be a bit of a surplus here on my end.
Lily: No, I love you more.
Marshall: Do we need to get in a room together and bang this thing out? Those sound like agreeable terms, although I may need adjust my briefs. Love you, too.