Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oof!
...or the springs of a bathroom scale...
Speed.
BARNEY: Okay, enough.
Oh, oh
...as long as the steel factory's not smelting. Ugh!
...by a bunch of gullible chicks Barney banged.
...but if you want I could set you up.
So anyway, I'm in the noodle house.
- I backpacked there in college. - See? Fabled.
Like I was saying, you need to harvest the anger of others into your own slap.
A willow tree, four women and a tiger? What are you talking about?
[WHOOSHING]
Can you take me to this great master? I have much gold.
Ladies and gentlemen, Boyz II Men.
...the power of their anger goes from your face into your hand.
Don't bother. That suit is a stain. A stain on the very institution of suits.
Darn, I really wanted this next Barney Stinson slap to be special.
I'll never have cold pizza again.
I'm sorry to interrupt...
Oof!
Oh, my God, you had a tree-way?
- A year. - One year?
Wait, first you must go learn accuracy from the one who is called The Calligrapher...
I'm ready too.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Man, is this place a chain or something?
- Mm. - Heh.
God, you're just as perverted as Barney.