Ted: Come on, Barney. We said no last call. We've got to mean it.
Barney: Well, what are we supposed to do? Carl's going to be here any minute.
Ted: Only one thing we can do.
[cut Ted and Barney in the apartment, which is filled with drunk customers:]
Ted: Dude, running a bar is a pain in the ass. We should just stick with what we know.
Barney: Uh-uh. We should start a band.
Ted: Of course we should start a band! How have we not started a band yet?