Robin: Oh, man, Ted, this is great.
Ted: Okay, people, let's talk strategy. Last New Year's, we went our separate ways, and it sucked. This year we party together or not at all. Now, I sifted through your party submission and I narrowed them down to these five.
Barney: Question?
Ted: Yes, Barney, your submissions were received and no, we will not be attending any parties in your pants.
Barney: But you enjoyed the e-vite, right? That was an actual picture of my pants.

Barney: [clears throat] People often ask me "Barney, how is it that you're so psyched so much of the time?"
Lily: By who? Who asks you that? [laughs]
Barney: And the answer is right here. My own, personal "Get Psyched" mix. Now, people often think a good mix should rise and fall, but people are wrong. It should be all rise, baby. Now prepare yourselves for an audio journey into the white-hot center of adrenaline. Bam.
[Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name" plays]

Ted: Okay Okay, not a problem. He'll jack it up, slap on a tire and we'll be at party number three in no time.
Lily: I wish Marshall would call. I guess the circuits are jammed.
Barney: Yeah, you know why all the circuits are jammed? Because everyone's calling their loved ones, everyone around the world. Everyone except Barney. Oh, sure, laugh. Laugh for Barney Stinson. Laugh for the sad clown trapped on his whirling carousel of suits and cigars and bimbos and booze. Round and round it goes. And where's it all heading? Nowhere.
Robin: Is this just 'cause you lost your "Get Psyched" mix?
Barney: I'm sorry. Am I not allowed to have a pensive side?

Future Ted: [v.o.] Kids, the thing about New Year's Eve is that it sucks. Sure, it looks great on TV, but in reality, it's always just a big let down, but in 2005, I attempted to do the impossible, to give my friends a great New Year's Eve. I had an idea of how to do it, too. And all it cost was half my Christmas bonus.
Ted: Yeah, that's right. A limo.

Ted: We will hit all five parties before midnight, and then narrow them down to one, the most awesome party in New York City and that is where we will ring, nay rock, in the new year.

Barney: Let's do this!
Ted: Yes, let's! Oh, driver?
[The partition comes down]
Ranjit: Hello!
Barney: Ranjit! Dude, you're driving a limo now. That's awesome.
Ranjit: I've moved up in the world.

Marshall: I can't believe we're leaving a party that had pigs in blankets. If you think we can beat that, you got some brass ones.

Robin: Oh, God, I'm so sorry about this. You guys had your schedule and I screwed it all up.
Ted: No, this is perfect. It's meant to be. We're all back together.
Lily: What happened?
Robin: Derek's stuck in Connecticut closing some deal. Who works on New Year's Eve?
Ranjit: [coughs]
Robin: Okay. Now I feel worse.

Marshall: Guys. Is that Moby? I think that that's Moby.
Future Ted: [v.o.] Now, kids, Moby was a popular recording artist when I was young.
Ted: No way.
Robin: That's totally Moby. That's awesome.
Ted: Should I say something? I should say something, right? Moby! Hey, Moby!
Barney: Oh, my God. He's coming over. Everybody be cool. Everybody be cool.

Moby: This is a cool mix. You know, people think a great mix has to rise and fall. I think it should be all rise.
Barney: Yes. Moby! Yeah, it should start high, get higher. This mix is my pride and joy. I never leave home without it.
Moby: Oh, that's how I feel about Janice here. [removes a hand-gun from his pocket]
Barney: Jan... Aah!