Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm so proud of you, Ted.
No, Marshall, you don't understand.
Marshall, that man broke my heart every single day for 20 years.
Look, I've wanted to slap Barney since the moment I met him!
- Are you sure? - Slap-solutely.
- What's this? What's he doing? - Did you swallow some of that paint?
Philosophical conundrum. Idea versus execution.
He's moved out of your grandparents' house.
- Please, please, please. Let me, let me, let... - Shh.
CHORUS: (SINGING) You just got slapped
- Let me at him! - Robin! Come on!
ANNOUNCER: Slap yourself silly with Slap Bet, the happy hitting game from Aldrin.
- Thanks, guys. - WHITNEY: Hmm.
Tijuana Slumlord.
Slapsolutley
the slap-happy game that's a real hit.
- MORRIS: Bye, sweetheart. I'm off to work. - Work? You're retired.
A day that history came to know as "Slapsgiving."
You'll get it back in 15 minutes.
(SCOFFS)
"How Long Can You Hold On?"
- Just put me in the chair... - Slapping throne.
Well, I feel a little weird. I just met Barney and I don't have anything against the guy.
Mr. Park died.
She is the Slap Bet Commissioner. She's supposed to remain impartial!
Are we expecting somebody else?
(LAUGHS POLITELY)