Barney: All right, Ted. You win. I hate this. I hate all of it. My back is killing me. Everyone at the rave thought I was a narc. My ear hurts so bad I can hear it. I can hear my own ear. Think about that. My clothes... What is it... What is it... What am I... Get this stuff off of me! Ted, I'll pay you double for your finest suit. Here's 30 bucks. And throw in the shoes. You win, Ted. I'll never do anything on the Murtaugh List again. I'm too old for this stuff.