Lily: I'm pregnant with baby number five.
Ted: But baby number four isn't out yet!
Marshall: I'm just that good!

Ted: Every three years we sit down and Tril it up, agreed?
Marshall: A-greedo.

Baby you're like twenty slutty chicks rolled into one.

Lily: For Ted's sake I hate to say this but, pay up.
Marshall: Not yet.

Marshall: I gotta say that making money off this bet just makes me feel...
Lily: More alive than you've felt in years?
Marshall: Yes!
Lily: New hobby!
Marshall: We need a checks box, some glitter and some glue!

Not like this Lily, not like this.

Lily: It's your turn, I was on point for six straight hours yesterday!
Marshall: Two of those hours were a nap and you know it!
Lily: Let's go to the board!

Goudas up Ted, don't sleep on the gouda!

Marshall: Come on lay some of that classic Scherbatsky mean son of a bitch on me. Treat me like I'm a girl scout trying to sell you cookies.
Robin: Four dollars a box and you're out of thin mints?! You green little...I don't do that!

Kevin: Hey guys where are Marshall and Lily?
Robin: Something terrible happened.
Kevin: Are they ok? Are they in the hospital?
Barney: No, somewhere much, much worse...
Marshall: Long Island!

OK after Thanksgiving I'm cutting out carbs.

Hey dude fork over those nachos...