Marshall: I even understood when Mr. Park from the bodega downstairs was "dead to you."
[flashback to Lily at the store:]
Lily: One coffee, please. Oh, but only if you have decaf. I don't want to be up all night.
Mr. Park: Dollar fifty.
Man: Coffee, regular.
Mr. Park: Dollar fifty.
Lily: Excuse me. Are you sure mine was decaf? You just used the same pot.
Mr. Park: I lie to him. Okay?
Lily: Oh, okay.
[cut to Lily wide awake in bed:]
Lily: You son of a bitch. That was not decaf!
[Lily returns to the bodega in the middle of the night:]
Lily: That was not decaf!
[Lily gives Mr. Park her "dead to me" look]