Ted: I can't do this anymore. I can't keep smiling and being optimistic all the time when all the evidence points to the contrary.
Marshall: You really think that three years from now things aren't gonna be awesome?
Ted: I'll tell you what things are gonna be like three years from now.
[fantasy scene, in 2015 a balding Ted is on the phone in his apartment surrounded by newspapers and tins:]
Ted: Uh, yes, hello. I see on my frozen entree for one they printed this number where I can voice comments and concerns. Well, there's more cinnamon in the cobbler than usual. No, I like cinnamon. Oh, you're very welcome
for my comment. Wait! Uh, don't go. Um... do you like cinnamon? Hello? Hello?