Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Barney Stinson. Hi. Okay. Got it.

But you're not like that, Lily. You love kids and they love you.

- Marshall, great news! I'm not a father! - Congratulations, buddy.

Maybe it's a false alarm. Maybe she's not pregnant.

Like the other day, while Marshall was playing with baby Jeremy,

- Oh, let's rob a liquor store! - Lily, we're not going anywhere, okay?

And when you're done shaking off at the urinal,

Not a euphemism. Look, I...

Look, I love you. And I absolutely want to have kids someday.

And I got a penthouse overlooking Central Park made of gold.

And that wouldn't be fair to you or the baby.

This is why I called you guys both over here.

There's my little peanut.

Great, we'll be in touch.

Remember that time you met my cousin and her kid?

and "Make him shut up" really doesn't count as conversation.

We made all of these arguments, and a sock is what makes your decision for you?

"Your Porsche Carrera rules the freeway. Here's wishing you an all-night three-way.

God, it's me, Barney. What up?

- Fallen in? - Or Lily put it in there as a joke.

you get a Thai you'd actually wear. Wordplay five!