Future Ted: [v.o.] That night, as I slept soundly...
Ted: Barney, what are you doing?
Barney: Who is this Barney? My name is John Clifford Larrabee, architect of The Arcadian. And I am visiting you in a dreeeeaam.
Ted: Really? 'Cause it feels more like my insane friend renting a costume and breaking into my apartment in the middle of the night for what I wish I could say was the first time.
Barney: Look, it's a dream, it is. So just... okay? Theodore, heed my words: do not try to save The Arcadian.
Ted: Barney, there's condoms in the drawer. Just take them and get out.
Barney: I am not Barney!
Ted: Whoa! Lighting change!
Barney: Theodore, you know The Arcadian is a badly built, architecturally unimportant rat's nest designed by an overpaid, plagiarizing ether addict with two thumbs. This guy.
Ted: Okay, yes, it's-it's a terrible building, but... does that mean we have to knock it down? I mean, it's not bothering anyone. Just anyone who lives in it. Or looks at it. Or smells it.
Barney: New York is never finished, Theodore. She's a lady only a handful of architects ever get to dance with. Do not miss your turn.
Ted: The Arcadian has to go, doesn't it?
Barney: Indeed.
Ted: You realize this kind of screws up my personal life.
Barney: Mo' buildings, mo' problems.
Ted: This is a dream, right? Because, Barney, I swear to God, if that's you...
[Barney disappears in a puff of smoke, replaced by Mrs. Moseby on Ted's bed]
Virginia Moseby: Mommy's got Magic Lady Bits, Ted.