Lily: Remember back when you had never even seen me pee?
Marshall: Yeah.
Barney: Yeah. Oh, sorry.
Marshall: We were so innocent then.
Lily: So many dreams.
Barney: Trying to work over here.
Marshall: Bright, shimmering future ahead.
Lily: Now we're basically a couple of wild animals grunting at each other to throw some toilet paper through the crack in the bathroom door.
Marshall: Baby, let's be honest. At this point, that door is wide open.
Barney: You know what you should use the next time you run out of toilet paper? Your wedding vows. 'Cause that's all your marriage has been, one long six-year wipe after that double-flusher of a wedding. Stinson out!