Lily: Marshall, I don't like this.
Marshall: I know. Okay? I don't like it either. It's like I have a hot, burning ball of stress in my chest... and nothing will make it go away!
[later, in a doctor's office:]
Doctor: You're not pregnant.
Marshall: Well, that did it.
Doctor: I know this probably comes as quite a disappointment.
Marshall: ... Yeah. Huge bummer.
Lily: So disappointing.