Barry: Behold the next 12 decades. First, we'll all find wives, get married in a five-way wedding, and each have four kids. Except for Naked Rob, because he doesn't have parental instincts, but will be the cool uncle to our lousy rugrats.
Naked Rob: I do have an uncle vibe, but you can't map out our whole lives.
Andy: Yeah, I don't think my future wife is gonna like any of this.
Barry: You can tell that nasal-voiced nag to put a sock in it, Andrew!