Captain: So what do you do?
Robin: You're kidding, right? I... I'm an on-air reporter. I just did a report like five minutes ago.
Captain: You sound frustrated.
Robin: Yeah, I am. I'm busting my ass, and as usual, no recognition.
Captain: Robin, I've been doing this a while, and if there's one thing I've learned, it's flarm.
Robin: What?
Captain: Flarm. Flarm, flarm, flarm. Blobbum.
Robin: What is wrong with you? Are you having a stroke?
Future Ted: [v.o.] As a matter of fact, he was.
Robin: Oh! Hold on! Wait!