Ted: Wait a second. There's bacon right here. And where there's bacon, there's bacon grease.
Chef: Which we throw out and we aren't making any more bacon today. Not unless it all somehow gets eaten
in the 10 minutes before breakfast is over.
Marshall: No, no, no. Ted, do not give me that look.
Ted: A mountain of food, a ticking clock? Come on, you live for this stuff.
Marshall: No, I'm not a wild animal. I'm a Columbia-educated lawyer, poised to become a judge before age 35.
Ted: And remind me, how did you celebrate getting accepted into Columbia?
Marshall: You eat one 8-pound block of fudge in 12 minutes and you're marked for life.
Ted: You're not marked for life, Big Fudge.