Lily: Barney check it: Three blonde babies drinking bad decision juice at 8:00.
Marshall: Ooh, nice rack radar. That's my wife.
Barney: No, I got to get going.
Lily: Seriously? But they're blonde and drunk. Isn't that your type?
Barney: Maybe I don't have a type, Lily. God, do you think the male mind is really that simplistic, that we all have one favorite type? Geez. [to Ted and Marshall] Asian with some boob. I'm gonna hit the bathroom, then bail.