Marshall: How is that not traveling, Kenny? You are killing me! You are absolutely killing me!
Kenny: Watch it, Coach, or you'll get a technical.
Marshall: I am begging you to give me a technical.
Future Ted: [v.o.] When the final horn mercifully blew, the score was, by Marshall's estimate, 118 to nothing. And even though they didn't win anything, everyone, even the coach, got a participation trophy.
Lily: I understand if you don't want it.
Marshall: I love it. I worked so hard. It feels good to be appreciated for my effort.
Lily: I know, baby.
Marshall: Maybe your way is not totally stupid.
Lily: Thanks. Your way is totally stupid.