Robin: You guys are being weird.
[Lily drops her bowl of ice cream into Robin's suitcase]
Lily: Oh!
Marshall: Oh!
Lily: Oh, my God, Robin, I am so sorry. I'll throw these in the wash. They'll be dry and folded in the morning. Or the weekend. And we can talk about you leaving then. [quietly] Or never.
Robin: Wait, Lily, why don't...
Marshall: [yawns loudly] It's 8:45, time to hit the hay.
[After Marshall and Lily leave Robin's room, they lock the door behind themselves]