Future Ted: [v.o.] Kids, when Aunt Lily went into labor, Marshall was somewhere slightly inconvenient, in Atlantic City with Uncle Barney, and drunk to the point of talking like Yoda.
Marshall: Baby come. Papa gonna be am I. Hospital must we get now.
Barney: Okay, there's like a four-hour wait at the valet stand. Plus, we're in no shape to drive. So, a car's out... Wait, don't worry. We'll take a cab to the train station.
Man: Yeah, good luck getting a cab. It's impossible because of the big thing.
Future Ted: Kids, for the life of me, I can't remember what the big thing was in Atlantic City that weekend. Was it a cheerleading convention? No, it was a porn convention. Sci-fi convention? Eh, I can't remember.
Barney: We're stuck in Atlantic City!
Marshall: City of Atlantic stuck in are we.