Lily: So, I had a great time, too.
Marshall: That's good. And I'm so sorry you didn't get any pizza.
Lily: Oh, that's okay.
Future Ted: [v.o.] And if she didn't mean it then, she certainly meant it 19 minutes later.
[nineteen minutes later:]
Marshall: God, my stomach! Damn you, Gazzola's!
Ted: It's like a hot ball of lead!
Marshall: Baby, cut it out of me. Cut it out!