Ted: Hey, don't you have a paper to write?
Marshall: Dude, you're talking to the kid.
Ted: I know it.
Marshall: I'm goanna knock back this beer. I'm gonna knock back one more beer. I'm gonna go home, I'm gonna write a twenty-five page paper. I'm gonna hand it in and I'm gonna get a A. My name is Rufus, and that's the Trufus.
Future Ted: [v.o.] He got a B Minus. But still, twenty-five pages in one night, B minus? The kid was good.