[flashback to a young Robin with her father, both dressed in hunting attire:]
Robin: [v.o.] When I was eight, he took me hunting for the first time.
Robin: I don't want to shoot a deer.
Robin Sr.: Nonsense, R.J. Shooting deer is the noblest of pursuits.
Robin: But they're cute.
Robin Sr.:You said the same thing about our rabbits. Remember how delicious they were?