Barney: How could your parents not know about me? I’m delightful.
Robin: To us? Sure. In very small infrequent doses. I mean, come on, you’re not exactly the kind of friend parents what their kid to have.
Barney: Oh really, then I guess those shoes aren’t the thing you’re most wrong about today.
Robin: What is the matter with you? I’m his girlfriend and I’m not even trying that hard. Way to wreck the curve, kiss ass.
Barney: Robin, I am his best friend. That’s a commitment. Girlfriend… that’s like a bad flu, out of your system after a couple weeks in bed. (Laughs) High five!
Robin: So I made a reservation at San Marino for tonight at eight o’clock.
Barney: (Laughs) San Marino. (Pause) Oh, you’re serious. Yikes, no. We have to try Casa a Peze.
Robin: How are we supposed to get a table at Casa a Peze? They’re booked for weeks.
Barney: Well, lucky for you, I happen to know the head waitress. Which is ironic because..(Ted interrupts him)
Ted: Shut up.
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