Barney: Oh, my God! Look at this. My letter from the Postmaster General. I still can’t believe he took the time to write this…
Barney: “Dear Barney… I sincerely apologize about losing all the invitations you sent out to your eighth birthday party. That’s why none of your classmates showed up. Not because you threw up when they turned the lights off at the Planetarium. No one even noticed that. Also, Janey Masterson’s mother is a whore, and with gin on her breath at 10:00 in the morning, she’s got some nerve kicking us out of the carpool. Love, Postmaster General.
Ted: Isn’t that great?
Robin : Yeah, if you say so, yeah.
Ted: What do you mean?
Robin : Look, she just got out of a marriage, Ted. That’s heavy. I’m kind of freaking out, just listening to you. My heart is pounding, I’m hearing this weird clicking noise.
Ted: Well, it’s romantic, right? Zoey and I are getting serious on Valentine’s Day.
The clicking noise:
Ted: Now we all know Robin’s not what you’d call touchy-feely. She doesn’t say I love you like a normal person. Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile and say, “You’re an idiot.”
Barney: “You’re an idiot?”
Ted: Yup. If she tells you you’re an idiot, you are a lucky man. If she does say I love you, she’s already broken up with you in her mind.