Ted Quote #803
Quote from Ted in Robots Vs. Wrestlers
Ted: Dude, relax. It's for Marissa Heller.
Barney: Marissa Heller? She sounds hot. Face, boobs, describe. Start with boobs.
Future Ted: [v.o.] Who was Marissa Heller? That mystery began when Marshall and I first moved in together.
[flashback to 10 years earlier:]
Marshall: Ted, we got our first mail delivery! We are popular. We've got a golf magazine for Marissa Heller. We got a wicker furniture catalog, also for Marissa Heller. And a coupon for a bird store addressed to Marissa Heller, or, stay with me, "current occupant." That's us! We've got mail!
Ted: Fantastic! Marissa Heller? She must be the woman who lived here before us. I wonder what she was like.
Future Ted: And just like that, a picture began to take shape. A picture of Marissa Heller, the golfer. Marissa Heller, the wicker catalog shopper. And Marissa Heller, the bird owner.
[present:]
Ted: And since then, with each piece of mail we've gotten, the picture's become a little clearer. The only thing we don't know is what she looks like.
How I Met Your Mother Quotes
‘Robots Vs. Wrestlers’ Quotes
Quote from Future Ted
Future Ted: [v.o.] Kids, I think I told you how earlier that year we had seen some doppelgangers of ourselves around town. There was Lesbian Robin. There was Mustache Marshall. And, of course, Stripper Lily. Well, that night, one more doppelganger surfaced. Mexican Wrestler Ted.
Quote from Marshall
Peter Bogdanovich: Which is exactly what Truffaut was talking about in his 1954 article in Cahiers du cinema. Film is an auteur's medium, full stop.
Marshall: [laughs] Movies. Right? Actors. Willem Dafoe. Funny thing about Willem Dafoe. Uh, his name kind of sounds like a frog talking to a parrot. [in deep voice] Willem. [in high-pitched voice] Dafoe! [deep] Willem. [high] Dafoe! No?
Quote from Barney
Barney: Fine, you guys can have a baby, but only under these conditions. One, you promise to always love me more than the baby. Two, once a month I get to use the baby to pick up chicks. Three, that may involve the baby falling from a two-story window and me heroically catching it. Four, no breast-feeding in front of me. Five, forget about four. You can whip them out whenever you want.