Robin: Lily, we are getting sloshed tonight.
Lily: That's all you, baby.
Marshall: I'll be four shots in with no food.
Lily: In nine months, I'll be pushing a pumpkin-headed Eriksen baby out of my hoo-ha. I think Papa can manage
a few extra cocktails.
Marshall: Well played. [downs two shots]
Lily: [pretends to down a shot] Hakuna Matata!