Robin: Oh, whoopsie, hey, I dropped my phone. You mind picking it up for me?
Barney: Oh, sure.
Robin: Smile, you son-of-a-bitch! Got it!
Barney: Did you, though?
Robin: What? How do you do that? You weren't even standing up.
Barney: The camera loves me, Robin. More than loves me. The camera lusts after me. The camera wants to put on some nice lingerie, pop in an Al Green CD, dim the lights, and do all the work, while I just lie there with my eyes closed. [clicks tongue]