[title: Robin Takes the Cake]
Marshall: [v.o.] Once in an East Side bakery, your debonair Aunt Robin was making other customers think, "Geez, who let this slob in?" She didn't care about their stares, or who was looking on. She'd just broke up with...
Marshall: Kevin. No, Gael. Or Scooby? Don?
Marshall: [v.o.] Now, sometimes, when it rains it pours, and sometimes, it starts snowing, for as cream filling hit her shirt...
Simon: Hey, Robin, how's it going?
Marshall: [v.o.] 'Twas Simon, her ex-boyfriend from her younger days in Canada, but now, he looked quite different...
Marshall: Um... Rhyme. Uh... thinking. Uh... I've just been handed a news flash.
Gus: The word "Canada" is unrhymeable. It's easier to - I don't know - get drunk and try to climb a bull. But Canada, damn it, ask any man on the planet and watch their stammerin' stamina as they clamor and cram it into the middle of a sentence for a shot at repentance, pass the problem on to all their non-rhyming descendants. I've never met anyone who could clean up after Canada. Except my Uncle Tony from the Bronx. He's a janitor.
Marshall: Show-off.