[Barney is repeatedly tapping Marshall's shoulder]
Marshall: Not happening, bro. Not happening, bro. [Barney switches hand] Hand get tired? Not happening, bro.

[Barney draws for Marshall:]
Marshall: That's a knee. It's a beautifully drawn knee, so? That's a barn. Oh, knee barn, right. That's a great idea, Lily. On the way home, we should stop at the knee barn, pick us up some wholesale knees. Yeah.

Marshall: What are you doing here, Daryl?
Daryl: Well, I live right down the street. But I work right here.
Marshall: Whoa.
Lily: Oh, boy.
Marshall: Are those our... our faces up there, buddy?
Daryl: Hack, yeah! It was just as much your idea as mine to open up a Hacky Sack store here at Wesleyan.
Lily: So you never left?
Daryl: Once. I met a girl on Craigslist, and I flew to Boston to meet her. She was a man, 300 pounds, and robbed me. Still, the best night of my life. Until now! The three hackmigos back together again! You know, I've been waiting forever to give you something. You're coming with me to my house, and I'm not taking no for an answer.
Barney: [talking telepathically] Dude, this is your chance. Set me free, and I will lie you out of this creepy nightmare.
Marshall: [telepathically] This is a tough one. On the one hand, we might die. On the other, you're jinxed.
Barney: [telepathically] Let me free, Marshall. This guy could be violent.
Marshall: [telepathically] Violent... Viola... Frank Viola. [out loud] We would love to come to your house, Daryl!

Marshall: So, when you said "surprise in your house," what you really meant was "surprise in the poorly lit windowless basement of your house."
Daryl: Oh, you guys are gonna love what I have to show you. I am so excited, I could just cry and laugh and scream and just punch the wall over and over and over and over and over!
Marshall: Could we just see it, like, up in the living room or anywhere less... gimp-storagey?
Daryl: I just realized I want to take a picture of this. I want to put your faces on my mantel like a trophy. Like a trophy!
Marshall: Aah...!
Lily: Aah...!
Barney: [holds up a piece of paper reading "Aaaahhh!!"]

Daryl: [singsong] Here I come. And I've got your surprise right here!
Marshall: No! We don't want your surprise, Daryl! We're not your amigos, we're definitely not your hackmigos. And before you murder us, you should know that we have a child! He probably has eight or nine!
Daryl: What? Murder? I wanted to give you a check. For $100,000 for coming up with the idea of the Three Hackmigos with me. I brought you down here to show you all my inventory. Business has really exploded.[laughs] I mean, I'm sort of the Mark Zuckerberg of jam-band concert parking lot athletics. Well, second. But I'm coming for you, Devil Stick Ron.

Patrice: Why would you fire me?
Robin: Because nobody should be as happy as you are. And also your cookies... they're only pretty good.
Patrice: [gasps] Robin, is this really about me?
Robin: [voice breaking] No, it's not.
[Patrice hugs Robin]
Sandy Rivers: The old "fire and bang." Respect, Scherbatsky.

Lily: Hey, Ted, I see you're holding a little version of your building and yelling at strangers. So I assume it all worked out?
Ted: Well, I realized, since I work in a three-dimensional medium, the only way to really stick it to Vinick would be with a three-dimensional model.
Marshall: Whatever you do, don't march in there thinking, "I'm gonna do the worm. That'll show 'em!" Seriously, guys, I can't stress enough how bad my prom was.

Lily: Wow, we feel like idiots. We're sorry.
Daryl: You know, honestly, it's fine. Look how great I'm doing. Look at what I've built. I don't need the validation of some people from college to feel good about myself. My life is amazing! I own a timeshare in St. Barts with P-Funk!
Marshall: The, the whole band?
Daryl: Yeah.
Marshall: Do you guys jam?
Daryl: That's all we do. [rips check]

Professor Vinick: Oh, Mr. Mosby. You built a model of your building.
Ted: No.
Professor Vinick: Why? To prove some sort of point? This is just sad.
Ted: No, no, I was just throwing it out.
Professor Vinick: Sure, you were.
Ted: No! No, I-I-I had a transcendent moment where I found emotional clarity! And I realize shouting that makes it seem like it's not true, but I did!

Marshall: Hey, we're gonna grab some snacks. You guys want anything?
[Barney mimes a drink]
Marshall: Spicy beef jerky. Got you loud and clear.