【老爸老媽浪漫史】s02e017 Arrivederci, Fiero（13）

The homeless guy who broke in through the window and threw up all over the backseat. Lily, don't. Be strong. Do not go all "prisoner's dilemma" on me. The car's on its deathbed, Robin. I have to clear my conscience. Guys, what are you talking about? Okay. Shortly after we met Robin, she and I were jonesing for Thai food from this one place. An hour and a half delivery. We can't wait that long. I wish we could take the Fiero, but Marshall has this insane no-food rule. But Thai food, Lily. Pad Yum Mao. Tom Kai Gah. Thai See Ran. Oh! You're just saying random syllables, and it still sounds delicious. Okay. Here's what we'll do. We'll drive over, pick it up, have them double-bag it, very carefully drive it back here with the windows open, and he'll never know. Wow, these brakes are really sensitive. Oh, Marshall is gonna kill me! This and the difference between "affect" and "effect" are the only two things he's really serious about. Lily, it's gonna be fine. No, it's not. Marshall's gonna freak. Oh, God, oh, God. What are we gonna do? Oh, God, oh...! Shut up! Now, listen to me. The clock is ticking. Okay, first thing, we scoop up all these little pieces of tofu and cabbage. Next, what we need to take care of are the really messy parts-- the pools that have collected. We got to soak that soup up. Last is the smell. We got to cover up that Tom Kah Gai. You mentioned cigars. There's two in the glove compartment, but he's been saving them. Hand me those chopsticks.