Marshall: That sucks about your dad, Robin, but congratulations on that game.
Robin: And Kyle and I weren't even doing anything serious. We only went to the blue line.
Barney: The blue line?
Robin: Yeah, you know how when you're a kid, you put everything into hockey terms? The blue line is kissing,
the red line is getting naked, and I think "in the crease" speaks for itself. Anyway, after that, my relationship with my dad pretty much went north. I moved in with my mom, grew my hair out, became a Canadian pop star. You know, normal teen stuff.