Robin: Is that an engagement ring? Are you?
Barney: Oh, no. No. That's not me. They must've delivered it to the wrong table. Could you imagine, us getting married?
Robin: Well, we are committed to each other.
Barney: Most of your stuff is already at my apartment.
Robin: Might make taxes easier.
Barney: Speed up your citizenship.
Robin: "Scherbatsky" is so hard to spell.
Barney: My mom would be so happy.
Robin: Eh, I guess so.
Barney: No reason not to.
[later, at MacLaren's:]
Barney: We're getting married!
Robin: Not so loud. Geez!