"Lily… Tacos are great.
I mean, I like Tacos but I don't love them. Well, I love them but I'm not in love with them. I like Tacos as a friend.
I mean, normally I don't like Mexican food. I'll eat it. Who doesn't eat it when it's in front of them? You know? But I like to mix it up. I like a bit of variety. Too much of a good thing and you're always gonna want something new, right? You're gonna want a bit of strange.
But a Taco, it has layers. You have to dive into it. It's like the whole package, all in one place.
And hey, if I occasionally get the urge to bite through a crispy tortilla shell, through the layer of cheese and hot chilli and lettuce and tomato until I'm covered in sauce, dribbling down my chin and covering my fingers, well, that's just a thing. It 'aint nothing but a thing. I'm a man. I like Tacos. Tacos are tasty. They're finger-licking tasty."
"Barney!"
"What?"
"Tacos are still Robin, right?"
"Yup."
"Ew!"