Robin: There's gotta be someplace to bang here.
Barney: I'm starving. I knew we should've hit the buffet...
Robin: [slaps Barney] Don't say "buffet." That attracts old people. Same goes for "coupon," "60 Minutes," and "Mandy Patinkin."
Barney: What? Robin, you're being paranoid. Old people don't magically sense it when you say "Mandy Patinkin." [echoing] Patinkin.

Lily: Hey, Ted?
Ted: Yeah?
Lily: You wrote down all these things to say goodbye to, but so many of them are good things. Why not just say goodbye to the bad things? Say goodbye to all the times you felt lost. To all the times it was a "no" instead of a "yes." To all the scrapes and bruises. To all the heartache. Say goodbye to everything you really want to do for the last time. But don't go have one last Scotch with Barney. Have the first Scotch toasting Barney's new life. Because that's a good thing... And the good things will always be here waiting for you. What?
Ted: Turn the page.
Lily: "Get one last life lecture from Lily." Well, you're dreaming if you think that's the last one of those.

[flashback to April 26 at 12:44 pm:]
Ted: Oh. Hey.
Marshall: Hey, bud. I was about to take Lily's rehearsal dinner dress to the dry cleaner.
Ted: Oh, that's too bad. Because, uh, I was just watching The Princess Bride, when something occurred to me.
Marshall: How, at the end, Andre the Giant hooks them up with those horses and then Inigo Montoya is like, "Fezzik, you did something right." And it's like, bro, Andre's been doing stuff right the whole movie. Knocking out serpents, busting down castle doors. Basically carrying your revenge-and-sangria-soaked ass. So instead of being a patronizing jerk, how about a simple: "Hey, thanks for the horses, bro"? That's totally what you were thinking, right?
Ted: No, l... No, I came over here... God, that's a really good point.

Robin: I can't believe my great-grandparents still do that.
Barney: I never imagined a walker being used for anything other than walking. Plus, how about those balls dragging all over the ground?
Robin: Barney.
Barney: No, the tennis balls on the bottom of the walker. Plus, his testicles were swinging like a broken yo-yo.

Robin: So the hairdresser shows up at 2 on Sunday.
Barney: Great. And while you do that, I'll check in on the ring bear.
Robin: I'm sorry, you're saying "ring bearer," right?
Barney: Ring bear.
Robin: Okay, look into my eyes and say: "I promise that I'm not bringing a dangerous wild animal to our wedding."
Barney: [laughs]

Future Ted: [v.o.] Kids, as you recall, Uncle Marshall had gotten kicked off his flight home from Minnesota and was hightailing it across the country with another stranded traveler named Daphne.
Lily: [on the phone] How's it going, baby?
Marshall: Fine. Except the flames of Lucifer keep singeing our back bumper as we drive through this hellish, cheese-infested wasteland.
Lily: Wisconsin?
Marshall: Wisconsin. Packers Country. But don't worry, the Eriksen men are repping the purple and gold like two bosses. Go Vikings!
Lily: And how are you doing, Daphne?
Daphne: Not bad considering Marshall's been spouting Vikings trivia for the last hour. Do you know I Don't Care led the league last year in dumb sports stuff?

Marshall: [on the phone] I should be back in time for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow.
Lily: Oh, the rehearsal dinner. Daphne, you should've seen the dress I was gonna wear. Up top, it packed the gals together like opening night of a Sex and the City movie. And down south, it made mama look like a dream Sir Mix-A-Lot would never wanna wake up from.

Lily: Ooh, is that your toast?
Ted: Uh, yeah.
Lily: Yeah, I'm just gonna wing mine. Because if you get up there and speak from the heart... things good... ...mouth words... ...memory times.

Lily: You have been avoiding Barney and Robin since the carousel. And now on Monday, you're running away to Chicago.
Ted: I'm not running away. I'm moving on.
Lily: This list isn't written by someone who's ready to move on. It's written by someone who loves New York. I mean, "Fix graffiti on 96th and Amsterdam"?
Ted: I hated looking at it.
[fantasy: Ted goes to a wall which has "Your a penis" graffitied on it. He corrects it to "You're a penis".]

Lily: "Finally tell my upstairs neighbor how I've been feeling all this time."
Ted: Yeah.
[fantasy:]
Ted: Hi. Um, I live downstairs, and I've always wanted to say this to you... but I've never had the guts. And so here goes. [loudly] Are your shoes made of lead? Because you are the loudest upstairs neighbor in history. Oh, and you suck at the bongos, but, hey, heh, keep practicing. In the middle of the night before any important interview I've ever had.