Vicky: Here we go.
Ted: Pablo Neruda.
Vicky: Oh, yeah, that book's a turd. Some douchey guy I hooked up with left it here. It's all in Mexican. [blows a raspberry] You know who writes good poems? Jewel. Her teeth are crooked and she lived in a car. So, she has stuff to write about.
Ted: [naked] Ta-dah!
[elsewhere, Barney is naked in front his date and Lily is naked in front of Marshall]
Vicky: Okay.