Marshall: Hey, thanks again for picking us up. It's been a crazy couple days. You can't imagine what we've been through.
The Mother: Wait, let me guess. You were visiting a relative? Maybe your mother? And I'm getting a Midwest vibe, somewhere like Wisconsin... [Marshall scoffs] No. Minnesota?
Marshall: Wow, you're, like, really good at this.
The Mother: You're planning an overseas trip with your wife. I'm seeing a feisty redhead who loves art. She just got a job in Europe. Maybe France? No. Italy? Total shot in the dark, but Rome?
Marshall: Maybe I'll just like... I'll get out right here.
The Mother: You're not going anywhere. No, I'm just messing with you. I rode the train with your wife. She told me all about you. You must be Marshall.

Marshall: So, what did Darren do to you?
The Mother: Well, a few years ago, I started this band. You know, it was a goof. It was just me and a couple of dorks from business school. I'm actually embarrassed to tell you our name.
Marshall: I had an all-lawyer band called The Funk, the Whole Funk and Nothing but the Funk.
The Mother: Oh, I now feel very safe talking about my band, Super Freakonomics.
Marshall: Nice.

Barney: You're moving to Chicago? Is that even a real place? It's a style of pizza. Ted, you can't live in a pizza.

Future Ted: [v.o.] Kids, when your Uncle Marshall's bus broke down five miles away from the Farhampton Inn, he made a vow.
Marshall: I can walk that far.
Future Ted: Yes, it was another exciting installment of...
Marshall: [singing v.o.] Marshall versus the machines Our hero starts his journey With steely-eyed resolve But let's skip ahead to later With a slow dissolve So tired, dehydrated Not making any sense And wait a second Why is Bigfoot standing by that fence?
Bigfoot: Oh. Hey, you didn't see this.
Marshall: [singing v.o.] I'm not hallucinating Bigfoot really exists But everyone knows He quit smoking years ago Oh, crap, I'm losing it.
The Mother: Excuse me. Hey. You guys need a lift?
Future Ted: And that's how Marshall met your mother.

Darren: By the way, I am so psyched for the wedding tomorrow, Robin. I'm truly honored that you and Barney asked me to be a part of it.
Robin: We're honored you're here... valued invitee. [telepathically] Help me. Who is this?
Lily: [telepathically] Maybe he's one of your long-Iost Canadian cousins?
Robin: Uh, do you happen to have all of your fingers and teeth?
Darren: Uh, yeah. Heh.
Robin: [telepathically] Not one of my cousins.

Barney: Going to jail for your best friend, that's the dream.
Ted: Really? That's the dream?
Barney: Yeah. It's the most noble... Nay, bro-ble, thing a bro can do for a fellow bro. So, yes, Ted. That's the dream.
Ted: You're too liberal with, "That's the dream."
Barney: Name one other time I said that.
Ted: A suit of prosciutto so you can eat your way naked, that's the dream. A pack of lions fighting a tyrannosaurus, that's the dream. Being able to take a year's worth of dumps in a non-stop 24-hour period, then not having to dump for the rest of the year, that's the dream.
Barney: I never said Dump Day was the dream. I said science is this close to a pill.

Marshall: Thanks again for saving us.
The Mother: Well, I don't normally stop like that, but I just had to for the cutest hitchhiker in the world.
Marshall: Thank you. Oh, you're talking about Marvin. Sorry, it's been a really, really long day. When we get there, I'll buy you a drink.
The Mother: Thank you. But after I drop you off, I'm heading back to the city.
Marshall: What? I thought you said your band's playing the wedding. Why you leaving?
The Mother: The lead singer. He's the devil. He's a total fire-starter. Just ruins people's lives for his own amusement. You know, he will walk up to two friends, he will find the one thing that will destroy their friendship and just, poof, burn it to the ground.
Marshall: Wow, what's his name?
[meanwhile:]
Darren: What's popping, mi amigos?
The Mother: [v.o.] Darren.

The Mother: Next, he tells you a deep, personal secret that is usually the tragic back-story from an animated kid's film.
[at the bar:]
Darren: My mother died on a hunting trip.
[car:]
The Mother: It's often Bambi.
[bar:]
Darren: My father was betrayed and killed by a trusted advisor.
[car:]
The Mother: Sometimes he'll throw a little Lion King in there.
[bar:]
Darren: I have no family. But tonight, I think maybe I found two brothers. Sorry, blah, too heavy. Pfft.
Ted: [sobbing] That's okay, man.
Barney: [sobbing] Let me get you a drink.
The Mother: [v.o.] And then, once your guard is down, the emotional prostate exam begins.

Robin: Look, all I meant was that there are two sides here. Yes, Italy is your dream, but being a judge is Marshall's. Well, that and teaching prop comedy to a tropical bird.
Lily: Parrot Top has nothing to do with this.

The Mother: Anyway, I brought Darren in to split lead vocals, and he took over. First, he took away my solos,
then I got demoted to backup vocals, and now the only time I use a mic is after Darren's first false exit, when I say: "Do you guys want more Darren?" And then today, I found this ad online.
Marshall: "Ass Player Wanted"?
The Mother: Move your thumb.
Marshall: Oh, "Bass Player Wanted." Wait, he was gonna kick you out of your own band?
The Mother: Yeah. But instead... I quit.
Marshall: You quit? That's it? But it's your band, you must be avenged.
The Mother: Funny you should say that, because as I was leaving the hotel, I ran into someone.
[flashback:]
Lily: You need to steal this douche-monkey's van.