Judy: Take Marshall back to New York with you. Please, I am begging you.
Lily: I thought he was here helping you.
Judy: Well, he was, at first. But once he saw me starting to do better, he kind of regressed. He's been holed up in his room for days at a time, playing old video games. I mean, he is having a pretty sick Dr. Mario run, but... [sighs]
Lily: Uh, I'll talk to him.
Judy: I want to be there for him, but it's like he's a teenager again. I even walked in on him abusing himself.
Lily: Oh, God.
Judy: There he was, on the bed, looking at old photos of his dad. That's emotional self-abuse, don't you think?