Barney: No, thanks. I don't mess with fish bowls unless they have my two favorite fish. The suckerfish and the blowfish. What up? [Barney puts his fist out for a bump]
Ted: For blowfish? I don't think so.
Barney: Marshall?
Marshall: You're better than that.
Barney: Lily?
Lily: Not good enough.
Barney: Stella?
Stella: Sorry.
Barney: I am not lowering this, until someone gives me the respect of another person's knuckles tapping against mine in a light but decisive manner. Pretty-pretty... Pretty-pretty... Pretty-pret... Who's a pretty baby? Then know this, until it gets what it wants, nay, deserves, this fist, will not yield. It... will... not... yield.