Lily: Ew. Marshall, take that off.
Marshall: What? I think it looks kind of cool.
Lily: Cool? You look like one of those jerks who's in some lame band and rides a motorcycle without a helmet and has a wallet chain and neck tattoos and a drug problem. Not a... a big one, just, uh, enough that he deals a little bit on the side, and he can never, ever be true to one woman. Finish that damn pickle and do me!