Jerry: I could tell he just wanted me to be this big ladies' man. So...
[flashback to Barney and Jerry meeting at MacLaren's:]
Jerry: Oh, what a hottie, huh?
Barney: I'm sure you're a real player.
Jerry: Oh, big time. Yeah. Observe.
[Jerry downs his milk, stands up and manages to crick his neck. Jerry walks over to the woman at the bar.]
Jerry: Excuse me. That's my son over there. I'm trying to reconnect with him after 30 years. Uh, would you just write down any seven numbers here so that I can impress him. Please. I'm desperate. [returns to Barney]
Barney: Oh, my God. You're a natural. Think of the pickup plays we can run as a father-son duo. There's the "Father Knows Breast." There's the "Bush Dynasty." The "Lick Father, Lick Son."