Robin: And it's not like the opposite would work. There's no way a guy could pick up a girl, going around talking like a little boy.
Barney: Challenge accepted.
Robin: No.
Barney: I, Barney Stinson, will pick up a girl whilst talking like a little boy.

Barney: No one... I mean no one... could get laid wearing these. [laughs] Challenge accepted. I, Barney Stinson, being of sound mind and amazing body, will wear these overalls until I have sex with a woman. [runs off]
Robin: I actually dated that guy.

Lily: Are you okay, Robin?
Robin: No, I'm not okay because apparently I am marrying my dad in a few hours.
Genevieve: Oh, sweetie, no, I'm sure that's not true. I mean, there's so much you don't know about your father. There were so many other red flags in our marriage. I mean, for instance, do you know that before he was engaged to me, he was engaged to marry an exotic dancer? Hello. Red flag.
Lily: Oh, Genevieve. Not good.
Genevieve: And, did you know that one time to impress women, he dressed up like a Prussian aristocrat, had a painting of himself made, and posed next to it in an art gallery? Can you imagine?
Lily: That's a rough one.
Genevieve: Darling, darling, the list goes on. He would always take his mother's side in arguments. He never checked with me before making plans. And our rehearsal dinner? Oh, boy, did we have it out right before our rehearsal dinner.
Lily: Thank you, Linus.
Genevieve: For the first 10 years I knew him, I didn't even know what your father did for a living. Every time I used to ask him, he'd say...
Lily: Please.
Genevieve: Yes, that's exactly what he used to say. How did you know that?

Genevieve: Oh, darling. Come on. No, no, you're not marrying your father. Your father... I mean, let's just put it this way. Your father was a sociopath. He slept with over 20 women. And sure, you know, we were friends for years first and it was entertaining watching him lie to those poor girls to get inside their snow pants. But I should've known back then this was not husband material. I mean, even your Uncle Jim, you know, his gay black brother...
Lily: Will you shut up?

[one year later, all in Italian:]
Marshall: "C'mon, bro, don't bogart the Funyuns."
Lily: "I'm not bogarting them. There's another bag in the kitchen."
Marshall: "Lily, my darling. I'm the one who boxed up those Funyuns and shipped them here from New York. So it would be nice if you didn't eat them all."
Lily: "Who brings food to Italy? It's Italy!"
Marshall: "Then when are you eating my Funyuns?"
Lily: "You don't want me to eat your Funyuns? Fine. Let's take the kids to the square for some gelato."
Marshall: "Now you're talking. Mickey! Let's go get some gelato."
Mickey: "That's a great idea. I've got the kids in the stroller and everything. Principessa! We're going to get some gelato."
Judy: "You betcha."
Marshall: "My beautiful children. Good morning, Marvin. Good morning, Daisy."