Lily: Come on, Marshall. Just admit that she's hotter than me. I won't be hurt.
Marshall: Can't do it. You're hotter.
Lily: She's a goddess! Her skin glows. Her legs go for miles. And that ass? I would wear that thing for a hat. Last night in bed, I'll admit it, she popped into my head a couple of times.
Marshall: Whoa. What are you trying.... Like, you think she's hotter than me?
Lily: I never said that.
Marshall: Oh, my God! You do.
Lily: Well, it's apples and oranges. She's younger than you.
Marshall: Well, I'm just saying, like, me in my prime versus her in her prime.
Lily: Well...