Marshall: That sucks about your dad, Robin, but congratulations on that game.
Robin: And Kyle and I weren't even doing anything serious. We only went to the blue line.
Barney: The blue line?
Robin: Yeah, you know how when you're a kid, you put everything into hockey terms? The blue line is kissing,
the red line is getting naked, and I think "in the crease" speaks for itself. Anyway, after that, my relationship with my dad pretty much went north. I moved in with my mom, grew my hair out, became a Canadian pop star. You know, normal teen stuff.

Robin: Over the years, as my body developed...
Barney: Hold on a sec. [starts recording on his phone] Sorry, go on.
Robin: It became harder and harder for him to pretend I was a boy. [v.o.]
[flashback to young Robin's hockey team at her house:]
Robin: [v.o.] The lowest moment came when I turned 14. My peewee hockey team had just won the Squamish invitational and everyone came back
to my house to celebrate.
Robin Sr.: You lads availed yourself splendidly out there on the ice. Splendidly. You go on outside. I'll come back with an assortment of soft drinks and American pretzels.
Kyle: Hey, I can't believe you missed that last empty-netter, you hoser.
Robin: You're the hoser.
Kyle: No, you're the hoser.
[Robin and Kyle are kissing as her father walks back in the room]
Robin Sr.: What are you doing? You're teammates, hockey players. Teammates don't kiss! Hockey players don't kiss! Oh, my God. I have no son.

Future Ted: [v..o.] So I got out of the cab, ready to say all of that stuff, ready to explode, but then... It all just went away. And that was it. In that moment, I wasn't angry anymore. I could see Stella was meant to be with Tony. Kids, you may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone's face. But there's a third option, you can just let it go. And only when you do that is it really gone, and you can move forward. And that, kids, was the perfect ending to a perfect love story. It just wasn't mine. Mine was still out there waiting for me.