Robin: Oh, everyone thinks it's so easy. Give me your phone. Let's delete one of yours.
Marshall: Okay. No problem. If you can find a number that I don't need or shouldn't have in here, be my guest, but good luck. I keep my phone tight.
Robin: Edwin.
Marshall: Oh, no, not that one. That's the booker for the club that my band plays at. You know, my all-lawyer
funk band. You remember... The Funk, the Whole Funk and Nothing but the Funk.
[flashback to Marshall, wearing a striped top hat, singing with a band who are all wearing English lawyer wigs:]
Marshall: [singing] Your witness lied so your case is sunk, hah! I sentence you to a life of funk Counselors, how do you plead?
All: Funky.
Marshall: Kick it.