Mr. McIntee: I need to ask you both a few questions. Let's start with you. Name?
Quinn Garvey: Quinn Garvey.
Mr. McIntee: Occupation?
Quinn Garvey: Unemployed.
Barney Stinson: Well, well, well. Look who's keeping secrets now. Sir, I'll tell you her occupation: Stripper. She insists she's proud of it, but apparently not proud enough to tell you.
Quinn Garvey: Barney, I was going to surprise you with this on our trip, but... I quit.
Barney Stinson: You... did that for me?
Quinn Garvey: Yes. And now that you know what I did for you and how much I care for you, would you please show him the trick?
[Barney pauses to take Quinn's hands gently]
Barney Stinson: Sorry. Magician's Code.
Ted Mosby: I do want this. I've thought about you so many times, what might have been... but I got left at the altar and it nearly killed me. You're someone's fiancée, and I have to respect that. So let's hit a motel, jam in a quickie and get you back to your wedding. It's the right thing to do.
Robin Scherbatsky: If I stole a scalpel and I cut you open, all I would find is this scared trembling pile of crap.
Ted Mosby: See, I've missed these talks.
Guard #1: [At the JFK passenger terminal, Barney and Quinn are asked about the luggage]
[sees box in bag]
Guard #1: What's that?
Quinn Garvey: Yeah, what is that?
Barney Stinson: It's a magic box. You see, I'm something of a magician.
Guard #1: Open the box, sir.
Barney Stinson: [laughs] I can't do that.
Guard #1: Sir, are there drugs in that box?
Barney Stinson: Oh no, he's probably barking because of the explosives.
[officers draw firearms]
Quinn Garvey: Oh my God.
Guard #1: Tell us what's in the box right now!
Barney Stinson: I can't. Magician's Code.
Narrator: Lily and Marshall asked Robin to be the photographer for baby Marvin's birth announcement card. Instead of me. Whatever. The only problem?
[cuts to lots of bad photos where Lily, Marshall and the baby all look horrible]
Lily Aldrin: These are terrible, Robin.
Robin Scherbatsky: Hey, it is not easy getting a good shot cooped up in this apartment.
Ted Mosby: See? Two different styles. I make compositions. Robin makes excuses. Click, photo burn.