Lily: Okay, now that you've had a closer look, admit it. That bartender is the hottest woman in this bar.
Robin: [coughs] Second hottest.
Marshall: I repeat... Eh.
Lily: [scoffs] Baby, how could you not want to hit that? I want to hit that. If you don't want to hit that, I'm sorry, but you might be gay.
Marshall: Hell, yeah, I'm gay. Gay for you.