Marshall: I've been on the hook. Lisa Walker. Picture it. 1994, St. Cloud, Minnesota.
[flashback to young Marshall talking with a girl on the deck of his house:]
Marshall: So, I was, like, thinking, Lisa, do you maybe want to, like, go out with me?
Lisa: That sounds great. But I'm sort of seeing this guy. He's got a LeBaron convertible
and an in at the roller rink, so I'd hate to burn that bridge.
Marshall: I understand.
Lisa: But how about this? You can be my secret boyfriend who does all my homework for me.
Marshall: A'ight. You want to see my rap poster?
[present:]
Lily: Poster whore!