Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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