Barney: Hey, hey, hey. What are you nervous about? Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. What flowing cotton frock...
Ted: Okay, I'll tell you. Just... There's a... There's a girl sitting at the bar.
Barney: Oh.
Ted: Don't look!
Barney: I want to see a pretty girl.
Ted: Okay, you can look. Just, just, just be cool for once.
Barney: I'll be cool. [looks] Ah, Ted. You got your beer label in a bunch over nothing. Listen to your uncle Barney. You have no reason to be nervous. None whatsoever. And I'm going to tell you why in one word.
Ted: And what's that word?
Barney: Dibs!