Barney: Hey, check it out! We're in the last 20 seconds of Marshall's countdown to nothing.
Lily: Barney, put it away.
Barney: How does it feel, Marshall,to sit there, impotently... your large, flaccid hand,just dangling in the wind?
Female Voice: [on computer] The slap will occur in ten..
Barney: Ooh, classy touch, dude. Too bad!
Lily: Barney, put it away.
Female Voice: Six...
Barney: I will in... five...
Female Voice: five, four...
Lily: You can slap him.
Female Voice: three...
Barney: What?! Wait, you...
Female Voice: two...one.
[Marshall slaps Barney with all his might. Barney falls across the sofa and lands on the floor.]
Marshall: That's three! Thanks, baby, you're the best.