Marshall: "Plane food is ass". Those are the last words my father will ever say to me. Right after I denied the man a pork chop. Oh, God.
[Robin hands Marshall a flask]
Marshall: [spits out the drink] Wait! I'm wrong! I'm wrong! That wasn't it! They couldn't find a cab... so my dad called up from the street.
[flashback to Marvin Sr. and Judy on the street outside Marshall and Lily's apartment:]
Marvin Sr.: Hey, Marshall! Marshall! Looks like rain out here! I couldn't find an umbrella in your closet! You know who probably has an umbrella?
Marshall: [v.o.] And then, well, see, my dad grew up in a small town, in another generation, so sometimes... totally well-meaningly... he'd say stuff like...
Marvin Sr.: The Koreans across the hall! Hey, the Koreans are a trustworthy and generous people!
Marshall: Dad...
Marvin Sr.: I betcha one of the Koreans has an umbrella! Heck, they're Koreans!
[present:]
Marshall: My dad's last words to me were a string of odd racial stereotypes.