Lily: Um, Marshall, your mom asked me to carry this up. She turned her ankle on your Hot Wheels.
Marshall: Is my track okay?
Lily: It's fine. But, Marshall, I thought you were here taking care of your mom. It seems like she's taking care of you.
Marshall: My mom loves to feel needed. Letting her take care of me is how I'm taking care of her. She's in a dark place, Lily. She needs this. [loudly] Mom? You forgot my chocolate milk with the swirly straw!
Judy: [o.s.] Oops. Comin' right up! Ow. Ow.
Marshall: [whispers] She needs this.