Barney: And now the true tale of the Stinson Curse. Moscow, 1807.
[historical fantasy:]
James: [Russian accent] What a wonderful night at the opera. Wouldn't you agree, Comrade Barnovski?
Barney: [Russian accent] I would indeed, Comrade Jamesokoff. But you know what made it truly wonderful? Being here with my wife. The beet in my borscht, the fur on my hat, the only person I've ever been attracted to, ever.
James: I feel the same way about Kyle, my plutonic friend from work.
Barney: Is it just me, or did that feel like we hit an old Gypsy woman? [later] Yep. Old Gypsy woman.
James: Good call, Barnovski. Oh, well, she's just a peasant. Home, Smirnoff.
Barney: Wait, she's saying something!
Woman: Hornier. Hornier.
Barney: Hornier? Son of a bitch. Did she just put a curse on us?
James: Eh, nonsense, brother. Okay, let's go, Smirnoff. Smirnoff? Homina, hominovich. Mmm, Smirnoff, I would climb you like the Kremlin Wall. What's happening to me?
Barney: Don't you see? You're getting hornier, brother, just like the old Gypsy woman said! Oh, hello there. [chuckles] Ever had a White Russian?