Robin: Well, I say define gender roles early. All the other girls got a pretty dress and a cake when they turned 14. Me...
[flashback to fourteen-year-old Robin and her father in a helicopter:]
Robin: I want to go home, Daddy!
Robin Sr.: That direction is nothing but wolves. And 40 kilometers that way is the mining town of Smithers. I'd take my chances with the wolves. I'll see you in three days.
Robin: Well, wait, what am I supposed to eat?
Robin Sr.: Hey, you've got a knife, the forest is full of animals. What do you want, a buffet?
Robin: Papa...!
Robin Sr.: Happy birthday, son...!
[present:]
Barney: Got any thoughts on that, Doc?
Kevin: If you guys think I'm going near that, you're crazy.
Robin: Why'd you emphasize "you're"?
Kevin: No reason. You're pretty.