Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your great-grandfather had all sons.
All my least favorite students have been boys...
[Whirring]
Fantastic.
Spiders gotta die...
[Sighs] Poor spider.
Why? What...
[Groans]
Ted, you know that I hate her.
But, finally, I found this conception Web site that said you should...
[Thinking] Point south at the moment of conception...
Some really weird stuff came up. [Chuckles]
That's not gonna be us, right?
Becky. My new co-anchor.
Son, Viking lore tells us...
so here goes.
[Laughs, Moans]
I, Barney Stinson...
Then I held her tight...
Oh, um...
They're baby girl fertilizer.
- And more importantly, she makes me feel needed. - Needed?
[Whispering] She's a messy Bessie.
It crawled off into my bedroom.