Marshall: So just to be clear, after we finish having sex, that's when we'll have our fight?
Lily: That's right.
Marshall: Excuse me. [runs into the bathroom, puts cold water on his face] Okay, Marshall, it's go time. You've had great nights of sex before, most of them with Lily. A few by yourself. And we'll always have that unscrambled Spice Channel glitch of '93. But this has gotta be the performance of a lifetime. Jimi Hendrix at Monterey. James Brown at the Apollo. Your law school funk band pretty much anywhere. So get out there and bang your wife for as long as you possibly can. Not a good sign that I'm already out of breath.