Robin: [inner monologue] Man, this is awkward.
Marshall: [inner monologue] She's giving me nothing!
Robin: He's just staring at me!
Marshall: She's just staring at me! It's making me nervous. Great, now my left eye is twitching. Marshall, it's cool. She doesn't see it.
Robin: What the hell's going on with his eye? Am I supposed to not talk about that? Great, now my right eye is doing it.
Waiter: Can I get you two some drinks?
Marshall: Lots of drinks.
Robin: Oh, so many drinks.