Lily: Marshall, I want you to take this one. You're ready.
Marshall: Oh, I don't know. Although I do hear this little voice in the back of my head trying to tell me something.
Lily: That's your inner goddess. Listen to her, channel her.
Marshall: [Southern accent] If Victoria quenches your thirst like a tall glass of sweet tea on a hot July day...
Ted: Marshall, why is she Southern?
Lily: Don't let him break the connection.
Marshall: Well, you got to make an honest woman out of her.
Ted: Okay, I'm leaving.
Marshall: But... But, if not, well, then, sugar, you got to let that nightingale spread her wings and soar to her own beautiful tomorrow.
Lily: Testify.