Barney: Um, a little something called rigor mortis? Oh, come on. Are you really this mad about a book?
Robin: You really think that this is just about a book, Barney? You lied to me. If we're gonna be in a marriage and trust each other, you can't lie to me ever.
Barney: Really? Well, that's just great. Because, in case you haven't noticed these last eight years, lying is what I do best. I'm a magician, Robin. Misdirection and deceit are my stock in trade. You don't want me to lie to you?
Lies are the reason that we're together. Everything single thing I did to get you to say yes to me on that rooftop: Patrice, the false engagement, everything... it was all utter malarkey. But underneath all of those lies is one true thing. One true thing that can support the weight of all the lies in the world, and... and that's the fact that I love you. And you know that when I say that... I am not lying.
Robin: Did you just unhook my bra again?
Barney: Ssh. Ssh. Ssh.