Zoey: Oops.
Ted: Well, looks like someone's going out in the cold to get more ketchup.
Zoey: Oh, come on, man, I brought the wine.
Ted: Which is all gone.
Marshall: Oops.
Zoey: All right, I tell you what... you get this one bottle, I'll get the next three.
Ted: Hmm, tell you what... no dice.
Zoey: I'll get the next hundred.
Ted: You're not getting out of this.
Zoey: You want to go on a date with my hot cousin?
Ted: I'll get the ketchup.