"I don't know what's wrong with you, or what your plan is," she said, shaking her head and sliding a glass over to him. "But I'm looking forward to the fallout. You realize this means no more random hookups with girls you barely know. You realize this means no more strip clubs. You realize," and with this, Robin's voice grew grave, "you will be staying at home, in your sweatpants with your wifey, night after night, like you're Ted or something, instead of running around, leaking awesome all over everything."