Marshall: Here you go, guys, the official hat of Barney's Perfect Week. I was gonna do shirts, but then you have to guess sizes, and feelings get hurt. It's a mess.
Lily: In commemoration of Barney's induction into the Hall of Game, this tie worn on the seventh night of his Perfect Week is hereby retired.
Marshall: May Barney's heroic feat be remembered and spoken of for generations to come.
Ted: I'm totally gonna sit my kids down one day, and tell them about the time Uncle Barney nailed seven chicks in a row. [all laugh]
Future Ted: [v.o.] Am I a bad dad?

Future Ted: [v.o.] Kids, we all have different ways of dealing with nerves.
Woman: It'll just be a few more minutes, Mr. Stinson.
Future Ted: Some people chew their nails. Some people tap their feet. And some people imagine they're being
interviewed by renowned sportscaster, Jim Nantz.
Jim Nantz: Hello, friends. Every sport has had an icon who transcends the game. Boxing had Ali, basketball had Jordan, and the sport of sleeping with random hotties has my next guest, Mr. Barney Stinson. Barney, welcome.
Barney: Thanks, Jim. Great to be back on the show.
Jim Nantz: Good to have you with us. And, you know, the stats, they really speak for themselves. Over 200 women, spanning six continents, 17 nationalities, 74 sexual positions, and not a single fatty. Hey ,it's impressive. And with all these accomplishments though, there's one laurel that's always eluded you, which brings us to last week. What was the story there?
Barney: Buckle up, Jimbo. This one's a doozy.

Jim Nantz: So, night one was pretty routine?
Barney: Jim, there's nothing routine about the way I get down.
Jim Nantz: Respect. Take us to night two.
[night two at MacLaren's:]
Barney: See that hotty over there nursing a Black Russian? She's about to chase that with a white American. Up top! [nobody high-fives Barney] You know, if you're not careful, you're gonna lose me.

Ted: Well, let him down easy. People are fragile. Sometimes without even meaning to, you might rip someone's beating heart out and stomp on it in a roomful of 26 people and a teacher's assistant.
Lily: How did school go today, Ted?
Ted: Something bad happened. It was the first class of the new semester.
[flashback to Ted's class:]
Ted: Jamie Adamic? Hi. Brian Glowatz, Glowatz? Hi. Well done. Adding a fake name to the sign-up sheet. That's real original, guys. You know, I'd expect inspired minds such as yours to be a little more mature and, frankly, more creative. I mean, seriously, what kind of a fake name is Cook Pu?
Cook Pu: Here.
Ted: Come on, guys. It's gotta at least sound real. Cook Pu?
Cook Pu: Here.
Ted: Whatever happened to classics, right. You know, Seymour Butts? Hugh Gerection? Those were fake names. But Cook Pu?
Cook Pu: [crying] Here.
Ted: Cook Pu!
Jamie: She's back here, bro.

Ted: All right, come on. Let me have it. Bring on all the Cook Pu jokes.
Lily: Oh, we're not gonna make jokes, Ted. That girl must be really down in the dumps.
Marshall: You really smeared the Pu name.
Ted: You guys finished?
Robin: Are you asking us if all the Pu is out of our system?

Lily: Wow, back-to-back nights. Barney is on fire.
Robin: [sighs] That girl's lucky. Barney was the best sex I ever had.
Ted: And he's the best friend I've ever had.
Lily: He's everything I want Marshall to be.
Marshall: He's everything I wish I could be.
[back to Barney imagining being interviewed by Jim Nantz:]
Barney: I'm just assuming that's what they say when I'm not around.
Jim Nantz: I buy it. You're awesome.

[flashback to Lily and Marshall having a double date in their apartment:]
Danny: And Joanna's toothbrush flips off the side of the sink, hits the ceiling and falls right into the toilet. [all laughing]
Marshall: Come on. That's crazy. Last week, the same thing happened to our toothbrush. [laughter stops]
Joanna: "Our" toothbrush?
[at MacLaren's:]
Ted: "Our" toothbrush?
[Barney's fantasy:]
Jim Nantz: "Our" toothbrush?
[back:]
Lily: Yeah.
Danny: Like, one toothbrush?
[MacLaren's:]
Robin: That you both use?
[fantasy:]
Jim Nantz: Every day?
[back:]
Lily: Is that weird?
[split-screen:]
Ted, Robin, Jim Nantz, Danny & Joanna: Super weird.

Ted: Marshall, four out of five dentists just threw up in their mouths.

Barney: The Perfect Week. Seven nights, seven girls, zero rejections.
Jim Nantz: Incredible. I mean, it's really like the sexual equivalent of baseball's perfect game. But even rarer.
Barney: Yeah. The only player in history to have ever achieved both was Mustache Pete Drexel, back in 1896.
[A photo of an old-timey baseball player that looks like Barney with a mustache is shown]
Jim Nantz: Now this wasn't the first time you'd come close to a Perfect Week. You learn the hard way, though. One mistake, and it's all over. [v.o.] Sometimes, a teammate makes an error. Sometimes, one wild pitch leads to a walk. And sometimes, you just lose focus, and it almost always leads to a hit. [back] But this week, you were three-for-three, with no sign of slowing down.
Barney: I could do no wrong. Wish I could say the same for my friends.

Ted: Yeah. When did you guys even start doing that anyway?
Marshall: Like, years ago. You should know. We lived with you.
Ted: Yeah, but you always kept your toothbrush in the bedroom. Also weird, by the way.
Lily: No, we kept it in the bathroom.
Ted: No. There was only one toothbrush in the bathroom, and it was mine.
[A look of grim realization crosses Ted, Lily and Marshall's faces]
Robin: Wait. Are you saying that for eight years, all three of you shared one toothbrush?
Lily: Oh, my God.
Ted: Kill me!
Robin: I love this so much!