[title: Robin Takes the Cake]
Robin: Simon. Nice to see you. So, what brings you to New York?
Simon: I live here now.
Robin: What? Really?
Simon: Yeah.
Robin: That's great.
Woman: Can I get a fork?
Marshall: [v.o.] He'd always been a deadbeat and your classic hoser phony, but seeing Simon all cleaned up hit Robin like a Zamboni. And as she looked him up and down, young Robin felt a tingle. Had Simon blossomed finally? And if so, was he single?
Robin: So great.
Marshall: [v.o.] She purred, whilst batting her eyelashes like a flooze.
Simon: Yup, I'm engaged to Louise Marsh, and our pad's got a Jacuzz!
Marshall: [v.o.] The bakery spinned, the floor dropped out. The air was thick as syrup. Poor Robin swooned, she couldn't breathe, her eyes began to tear up. And as she tried to stammer some excuse to get away, Simon said:
Simon: Our wedding cake is pretty bitchin', eh?
Marshall: [v.o.] And so was born the worst idea poor Robin's ever had. And on Ted's door there came a rapping.
Robin: I did something bad.