[flashback:]
Marshall: Open your eyes, ref! That's not a pregnant lady!
Ted: It's a basketball under his shirt! Blow the freaking whistle!
Marshall: Anyways, Barney's right. I would absolutely let the bar blow up.
Ted: But you'd die. And Lily would die too.
Marshall: Yeah, then we could haunt the bar, like we planned. Anyways, Robin's your girl.
Ted: Why keep coming back to this?
Marshall: It's fun. Tickets are cheap. Gets us out of the house.
Ted: No. Me and Robin.
Marshall: Because Robin told me that she's still in love with you.