Robin: [to the pineapple] Hi Trudy, I'm Robin. It's nice to meet you. You're right, she is shy.

Future Ted: [v.o.] I left Trudy a message but she never called me back. That's just how life works sometimes. You turn off your brain for a night, and all you're left with is a bad hangover, a sprained ankle, and a pineapple. Oh, and we never found out where that pineapple came from, but it was delicious.

Trudy: I liked your performance.
Ted: What? The karaoke? Domo arigato.
Trudy: I wish I had your guts, getting up and making a complete idiot of myself.
Ted: Do it.
Trudy: I don't know. Still, I've had a pretty serious week. I could sure stand to do something stupid.
Ted: I'm something stupid, do me.
Trudy: You're funny.
Ted: Hey, can I call you sometime?
Trudy: OK. [Ted gets his phone out, Trudy takes it] Here, let me.
Ted: Why do they call it karaoke anyhow? Was it invented by a woman named Carrie Okie? These are the kinds of things I think about.
Trudy: Karaoke is Japanese for empty orchestra.
Ted: That's hauntingly beautiful.