How I Met Your Mother (2005–2014): Season 4, Episode 22 - Right Place Right Time - full transcript
Ted recounts the series of random events that lead up to the chance meeting with the woman who would eventually become his wife.
In May of 2009,
I was on the verge of scoring
my first big client
as an independent architect.
I was willing to do anything
to make it happen.
Here's what we want, son.
It's real simple.
We're opening a restaurant
called Rib Town
and we want it to be shaped
like a cowboy hat.
Anything.
A cowboy hat?
That's brilliant.
I love it!
I mean, nothing says delicious
like the inside of a cowboy hat, right?
Look, I'm telling you, I'm your guy.
I think I was born
to design this building.
I just...
I see it.
I don't see it. I don't see it.
I don't see it.
What's so good about it?
Up all night?
I told these guys
I have a vision for this thing.
They want to see a pitch
in a week and I got nothing.
- It's cute.
- Cute?
I could be designing concert halls
and bridges.
Bridges so beautiful
they could be in museums.
And I could design those museums.
But what am I designing instead?
What has my career come to?
A two-story Stetson
with outdoor dining on the brim.
It's a sick cosmic joke.
The universe
is conspiring against me.
You just need to get out of the house.
Take a walk. Get a bagel.
Yeah, that'll solve everything.
I haven't slept for 34 hours,
but a bagel is the answer.
A cinnamon raisin bagel
with a little cream cheese.
That sounds pretty good,
I'm going to get a bagel.
Bring an umbrella.
It's supposed to rain,
according to Galoshes,
our weather clown.
Your show has a clown
who does the weather?
That's a little cheesy, no?
And what's that restaurant
you're designing shaped like, Hoss?
Fine.
You want me out of the house,
I'll get out of the house.
Can't wait to see what the universe
has lined up for me out there.
Kids, I've been telling you
the story of how I met your mother.
And while there's many things
to learn from this story,
this may be the biggest.
The great moments of your life
won't necessarily be the things you do.
They'll also be the things
that happen to you.
I'm not saying you can't take action
to affect the outcome of your life.
You have to take action,
and you will.
But never forget that, on any day,
you could step out the front door
and your whole life can change forever.
You see,
the universe has a plan, kids,
and that plan is always in motion.
A butterfly flaps its wings...
and it starts to rain.
It's a scary thought.
But it's also kind of wonderful.
All these little parts of the machine
constantly working,
making sure that you end up
exactly where you're supposed to be,
exactly when you're supposed
to be there.
The right place...
at the right time.
Sync by vNaru
Kids, it's a miracle
that I ended up on that street corner.
Especially when you consider how easy
it would have been not to end up there.
I mean, when I first
stepped out of the apartment,
I almost went right instead of left.
Why didn't I go right?
To answer that,
we have to go back a few days.
As you know, back then,
your Aunt Robin hosted a morning show.
Now Eunice here
makes all of these purses herself.
They're hand embroidered
with the world's finest silk.
And each one takes months to make.
I cannot emphasize
how much work goes into...
Go to weather, you idiot.
Hey, everybody.
We got a high pressure system
coming in from the west and...
On the plus side,
I bought the cutest purse today.
So, wait, why did you throw up?
- You don't want to know.
- Come on. Tell me.
I'm pregnant.
I will raise this child with you.
You are not alone in this.
We can even get married if you want,
but I still want to see other girls,
- it would've to be one of those kind...
- God, stop it.
I'm not pregnant.
It's food poisoning.
I ate something from this place,
and three hours later,
I was spewing like an open hydrant.
- God. From where?
- Well, that's a gross question.
No, where was the food from?
- I don't want to tell you.
- What?
Go to YouTube. Put in
"Robin Scherbatsky morning show vomit"
Robin, home so soon.
Someone already put it on YouTube?
Yeah... Someone.
So...
Why you been throwing up? You pregnant?
Yeah, Barney. I'm pregnant.
So, wait, why won't you tell me
where you got food poisoning?
You love this place.
If I tell you, it'll just ruin it.
- That makes sense.
- Yeah.
Don't tell me.
Is it that Indian place where the cat
jumps on all the tables?
I'm not saying.
- That Spanish place with baby's crib?
- I'm not saying.
God, no.
Is it this place?
Tell me, damn you!
- You really want to know?
- Yes!
It's Schlegel's Bagels.
Why did you tell me that?
Schlegel's?
Thanks a lot, Robin.
Now I'm gonna have to try to find
another place in NY
that serves bagels.
So, you see, kids, if I had gone
to Schlegel's Bagels as usual,
I would have taken a right.
I would have gotten a bagel...
gone home,
worked on the old hat building,
and you kids
might never have been born.
But I turned left instead, to go
to my second-favorite bagel place
and the rest is history.
Of course, I stopped
at that magazine stand on the way.
Why did I stop there?
Here's why.
Bro's Life magazine.
Page 83.
Check it.
"What your paintball gun says
about your personality"?
Below that.
"That last five pounds:
How to get her to lose them."
Above that.
Petra Petrova.
Bro's Life magazine's
girl of the year for may.
A delicate flower in stiletto pumps
and leopard panties,
straddling an ATV.
These magazines are so lame. I mean,
she's probably airbrushed and enhanced.
- I have a date with her.
- You are my hero! Are you serious?
- How do you have a date with her?
- Not part of the story.
Ted, I have been waiting
a long time to say this.
This girl is the one.
Of course she's the one.
You have to marry those.
Her.
Marry?
I have something much,
much more special in mind.
Petra here, if all goes well,
will be my...
wait for it, two hundredth.
Sorry, I couldn't wait.
It's all exciting.
Your two hundredth,
as in "sex with"?
As in "sex with."
I request the highest of fives.
Not if I was wearing a HazMat suit.
200 is too many.
Right, 'cause there can be
too many of something wonderful.
"Babe Ruth, easy, big fella.
Let's not hit too many homers."
"Steve Guttenberg, maybe just make
three Police Academy movies.
"America's laughed enough."
Who are these girls?
That was rhetorical.
Don't show me the list.
199 satisfied customers.
Anyway, the big night is Thursday.
I'm having a celebratory soirée
beforehand at MacLaren's.
Prepare a toast.
Black tie optional, but preferred.
Gifts are, look, I would say
unnecessary, but follow your heart.
200's too many.
- It's not too many.
- It's too many!
- It's not too many.
- Thank you.
No, don't get me wrong.
You're disgusting, and the cops should
probably clamp a boot on your genitals,
but that number should be higher.
After Barney told me about all this,
I crunched the numbers and,
well...
I had some charts made up.
Barney here
hits on roughly 20 girls a week.
It's way more than 20.
And B. Smooth don't do nothing roughly.
Let's say 20.
So, 20 girls a week means
1,040 girls a year.
In Barney's 16 years
of sexual activity,
that means he's hit on 16,640 girls.
Now, if he's bedded 199 of them,
that is a success rate of...
a little over one percent.
That's a batting average of 12,
eight times worse than
the career batting average of...
one-handed pitcher, that's right,
pitcher... Jim Abbott.
Jealous.
Jealous.
Hero.
Suspiciously quiet
during this conversation
about number of sex partners. Hero.
It's the grand total.
That's the only number that matters.
- Says who?
- Matthew Panning,
the stud of Port Richmond
Middle School.
Stinson, you're such a dweeb-o.
I bet you never
even done it with a girl.
Neither have you.
How many times do I have
to explain this?
I've done it with 100 girls.
They're seventh graders
at my cousin's school on Long Island.
Well, you know what, Matthew?
Someday, I'm gonna do it with 200.
Yeah.
Call me when that happens.
And call him I will.
I think he's gonna say it again
really slow.
Call him...
I will.
You listed Gaby Allan twice,
as 78 and 162.
What? Let me see.
Seventy...
Once. Oh, my God.
Wait a...
I counted the same girl twice?
That means I'm only at one 198?
That only means that you're half
a percent less gross than we thought.
I'm seducing
a Czech supermodel in two hours.
I can't squander that on 199.
Petra has to be 200.
What are you gonna do? It's not
like you're gonna find someone new
to have sex with
in the next two hours.
Hi, millionaire astronaut.
Want to come back to my place
- and see some moon shells?
- Go away.
I just got back from my wife's grave.
Put her in the ground a year ago today.
Man, I miss her.
I sure could use some comfort.
You're creepy.
Man, aren't you sick of all the games?
I just want to settle down
and have a gaggle
of rug rats, like, right now.
I have Mace, and I enjoy using it.
Knowing how important this is to me,
do you think Lily would even consider...
- By the way, I would do all the work...
- I will end your life.
Right.
Where'd Barney go?
It's been over an hour.
You know,
looking over the names on this list,
I'm not sensing a lot
of ethnic diversity.
He should really look
at that in himself.
All done.
199 down, one more to go.
You done with your drink?
There's the stuff.
What the hell happened to you?
So, there's this girl at my gym...
Pauline... she's been
after me for some time.
- Why'd you wait until now?
- She's not exactly my type.
Looking good, Pauline.
You are gonna rip it up
at the Women's Pumping Iron
Classic in Sarasota this fall.
I was thinking about you and me
and if you're still interested...
- Okay, blondie, time for Mama's cardio!
- Geez! Mommy!
Every inch of her
tasted like roast beef and creatine.
But I did it.
I did it and I still have 30 minutes
before I'm supposed to meet Petra.
Robin, do you have
any concealer handy?
I'd really like to cover up
some bruises and razor burn.
- I hate to break this to you, but...
- What?
Well, you did count
Gaby Allan twice,
but... you also went
from 138 to 138.
You used the same number twice.
Wait, so, that means...
Pauline wasn't 199, Pauline was 200?
Congratulations!
No... That was supposed to be Petra!
Petra was supposed to be 200!
Gorgeous, feminine, "Doesn't wear
a weight belt in bed," Petra!
Hey, come on.
You made it to 200.
You should be proud.
You should be tested,
but you should be proud.
Who cares if Pauline doesn't
pose for bikini pictures in magazines?
Actually, she does.
She's gonna be in next week's
issue of Muscle Sexxy.
And like many of the ladies
in that magazine,
Sexxy has two X's and one Y.
And so, on my way to get a bagel,
I stopped at a newsstand
for a full minute
to check out a picture
of Barney's 200th.
If I hadn't done that,
I would've walked right
by the newsstand,
cut down 77th and gotten to
that corner a minute early.
I would've gotten the bagel,
done some work,
and you kids might
never have been born.
Now, why did I cut down 77th,
and give a dollar to the homeless guy?
Here's why.
Back when Marshall first started working
at Goliath National Bank...
Fran, I don't mean to bother you
but I have a big presentation tomorrow
and it would really help if I could get
like some charts and graphs made up.
- Could you help me with that?
- This is the graphics department.
We can make as many graphs,
as many charts in as many colors
on as many kinds
of paper as you want.
We are gonna have some fun.
I've ranked the Presidents
in order of how dirty their names sound.
One: Johnson.
Two: Bush.
Three: Harding.
Four: Polk.
This circle represents
"People Who Are Breaking My Heart..."
and this circle represents
"People Who Are Shaking
My Confidence Daily."
And where they overlap:
Cecilia.
This is a pie chart
describing my favorite bars.
And this is a bar graph
describing my favorite pies.
What's going on?
Enough with the charts.
And the graphs.
Really any visual
representation of data.
I'm not an idiot.
I know how you guys feel
about my charts and my graphs.
As a matter of fact, I've made a chart
of your reaction to my charts.
Let's take a look.
Yes, it is true,
since Cecelia,
your interest in my charts
has been steadily dropping.
But based on recent trends,
I have also made...
A projection chart!
And look...
huge spike in interest coming!
And this isn't just
some dead cat bounce.
This is big sustainable growth
over the long term.
You're a big sustainable growth.
So, I have prepared a few charts
to demonstrate how setting up
a shell corporation in Bermuda
could help minimize
our second quarter losses.
And save you all some jail time.
To begin with...
Could you just please excuse me?
- Mosbius Designs.
- What the hell happened to my charts?
- We threw them away.
- What?
That's how an intervention works.
You wouldn't stop using,
so, we flushed your stash.
Come on, Ted!
I need my charts, man!
Just for today and then I promise
I will never ever use charts again.
I'm under at lot of pressure here.
I need my charts, Jack!
My God, you're doing charts at work?
They're for work, you idiot!
I'm giving a big presentation right now
and if I don't have
those charts I'm gonna get fired!
Crap.
Stay right there.
I'll bring them to you.
Hurry up! I'll try to think
of a way to stall them.
I'm sorry but there's been
a little delay with the charts.
But we will get started
in just a minute.
Fish are weird, right?
I mean what's up with fish?
Charts! Get your charts here!
Excuse me, Milt?
I think those are my charts.
These charts?
On my blanket?
That's also my blanket.
We'll get to that later.
- But I really need these charts.
- Good, 'cause they're for sale.
Fine, how much?
One million dollars.
- I'll give you five bucks.
- A million dollars.
No one's gonna pay
a million dollars for these charts!
One million dollars.
Okay, Milt, you win.
I'm gonna give you
one million dollars.
Urinating...
The problem is, the ATM...
The alien time machine.
The alien time machine
has a withdrawal limit.
So, here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna give you one dollar
a day
for a million days.
That's...
That's 2700 years.
Deal!
Sucker.
I'm sorry, is there a land bass
I don't know about?
Let's get started.
And so, if I hadn't bought
those charts back for Marshall,
I wouldn't have had to cut down 77th
to give Milt his daily dollar
and well, you know the rest.
So, there you have it, kids.
There's a lot of little reasons
why the big things
in our lives happen.
If I had known then where
all those little things were leading me,
and how grateful
I'd be to get there,
well, I probably
would've done something
like this.
Because somehow, I ended up
in the right place at the right time.
And, as a result,
my life would never be the same.
The next day, Uncle Barney
finally confronted Matthew Panning,
the stud of Port Richmond
Middle School.
So, Barney, great to hear
from you after all this time.
- What's been going on?
- I've had sex with 200 women.
God!
That's way too many.
I mean, that's just gross.
Have you sought counseling
for sex addiction?
Because you're a prime candidate.
Have you sought counseling
for I win you lose?
Yeah, suddenly those 100 girls
you nailed in the seventh grade
aren't so impressive.
100 girls?
Is that what this is about?
Barney, I lied.
Sure you did.
I was 12... of course I was lying.
I didn't have a pet Ewok either.
Sure you didn't.
Your whole adult life
has been built around...
something I lied about
when I was 12?
Jealous?
Look, I gotta go pick
my kids up at school.
It sounds like you got
a lot of problems.
Good luck, I guess.
I'm awesome.
200.
Now what?
I was on the verge of scoring
my first big client
as an independent architect.
I was willing to do anything
to make it happen.
Here's what we want, son.
It's real simple.
We're opening a restaurant
called Rib Town
and we want it to be shaped
like a cowboy hat.
Anything.
A cowboy hat?
That's brilliant.
I love it!
I mean, nothing says delicious
like the inside of a cowboy hat, right?
Look, I'm telling you, I'm your guy.
I think I was born
to design this building.
I just...
I see it.
I don't see it. I don't see it.
I don't see it.
What's so good about it?
Up all night?
I told these guys
I have a vision for this thing.
They want to see a pitch
in a week and I got nothing.
- It's cute.
- Cute?
I could be designing concert halls
and bridges.
Bridges so beautiful
they could be in museums.
And I could design those museums.
But what am I designing instead?
What has my career come to?
A two-story Stetson
with outdoor dining on the brim.
It's a sick cosmic joke.
The universe
is conspiring against me.
You just need to get out of the house.
Take a walk. Get a bagel.
Yeah, that'll solve everything.
I haven't slept for 34 hours,
but a bagel is the answer.
A cinnamon raisin bagel
with a little cream cheese.
That sounds pretty good,
I'm going to get a bagel.
Bring an umbrella.
It's supposed to rain,
according to Galoshes,
our weather clown.
Your show has a clown
who does the weather?
That's a little cheesy, no?
And what's that restaurant
you're designing shaped like, Hoss?
Fine.
You want me out of the house,
I'll get out of the house.
Can't wait to see what the universe
has lined up for me out there.
Kids, I've been telling you
the story of how I met your mother.
And while there's many things
to learn from this story,
this may be the biggest.
The great moments of your life
won't necessarily be the things you do.
They'll also be the things
that happen to you.
I'm not saying you can't take action
to affect the outcome of your life.
You have to take action,
and you will.
But never forget that, on any day,
you could step out the front door
and your whole life can change forever.
You see,
the universe has a plan, kids,
and that plan is always in motion.
A butterfly flaps its wings...
and it starts to rain.
It's a scary thought.
But it's also kind of wonderful.
All these little parts of the machine
constantly working,
making sure that you end up
exactly where you're supposed to be,
exactly when you're supposed
to be there.
The right place...
at the right time.
Sync by vNaru
Kids, it's a miracle
that I ended up on that street corner.
Especially when you consider how easy
it would have been not to end up there.
I mean, when I first
stepped out of the apartment,
I almost went right instead of left.
Why didn't I go right?
To answer that,
we have to go back a few days.
As you know, back then,
your Aunt Robin hosted a morning show.
Now Eunice here
makes all of these purses herself.
They're hand embroidered
with the world's finest silk.
And each one takes months to make.
I cannot emphasize
how much work goes into...
Go to weather, you idiot.
Hey, everybody.
We got a high pressure system
coming in from the west and...
On the plus side,
I bought the cutest purse today.
So, wait, why did you throw up?
- You don't want to know.
- Come on. Tell me.
I'm pregnant.
I will raise this child with you.
You are not alone in this.
We can even get married if you want,
but I still want to see other girls,
- it would've to be one of those kind...
- God, stop it.
I'm not pregnant.
It's food poisoning.
I ate something from this place,
and three hours later,
I was spewing like an open hydrant.
- God. From where?
- Well, that's a gross question.
No, where was the food from?
- I don't want to tell you.
- What?
Go to YouTube. Put in
"Robin Scherbatsky morning show vomit"
Robin, home so soon.
Someone already put it on YouTube?
Yeah... Someone.
So...
Why you been throwing up? You pregnant?
Yeah, Barney. I'm pregnant.
So, wait, why won't you tell me
where you got food poisoning?
You love this place.
If I tell you, it'll just ruin it.
- That makes sense.
- Yeah.
Don't tell me.
Is it that Indian place where the cat
jumps on all the tables?
I'm not saying.
- That Spanish place with baby's crib?
- I'm not saying.
God, no.
Is it this place?
Tell me, damn you!
- You really want to know?
- Yes!
It's Schlegel's Bagels.
Why did you tell me that?
Schlegel's?
Thanks a lot, Robin.
Now I'm gonna have to try to find
another place in NY
that serves bagels.
So, you see, kids, if I had gone
to Schlegel's Bagels as usual,
I would have taken a right.
I would have gotten a bagel...
gone home,
worked on the old hat building,
and you kids
might never have been born.
But I turned left instead, to go
to my second-favorite bagel place
and the rest is history.
Of course, I stopped
at that magazine stand on the way.
Why did I stop there?
Here's why.
Bro's Life magazine.
Page 83.
Check it.
"What your paintball gun says
about your personality"?
Below that.
"That last five pounds:
How to get her to lose them."
Above that.
Petra Petrova.
Bro's Life magazine's
girl of the year for may.
A delicate flower in stiletto pumps
and leopard panties,
straddling an ATV.
These magazines are so lame. I mean,
she's probably airbrushed and enhanced.
- I have a date with her.
- You are my hero! Are you serious?
- How do you have a date with her?
- Not part of the story.
Ted, I have been waiting
a long time to say this.
This girl is the one.
Of course she's the one.
You have to marry those.
Her.
Marry?
I have something much,
much more special in mind.
Petra here, if all goes well,
will be my...
wait for it, two hundredth.
Sorry, I couldn't wait.
It's all exciting.
Your two hundredth,
as in "sex with"?
As in "sex with."
I request the highest of fives.
Not if I was wearing a HazMat suit.
200 is too many.
Right, 'cause there can be
too many of something wonderful.
"Babe Ruth, easy, big fella.
Let's not hit too many homers."
"Steve Guttenberg, maybe just make
three Police Academy movies.
"America's laughed enough."
Who are these girls?
That was rhetorical.
Don't show me the list.
199 satisfied customers.
Anyway, the big night is Thursday.
I'm having a celebratory soirée
beforehand at MacLaren's.
Prepare a toast.
Black tie optional, but preferred.
Gifts are, look, I would say
unnecessary, but follow your heart.
200's too many.
- It's not too many.
- It's too many!
- It's not too many.
- Thank you.
No, don't get me wrong.
You're disgusting, and the cops should
probably clamp a boot on your genitals,
but that number should be higher.
After Barney told me about all this,
I crunched the numbers and,
well...
I had some charts made up.
Barney here
hits on roughly 20 girls a week.
It's way more than 20.
And B. Smooth don't do nothing roughly.
Let's say 20.
So, 20 girls a week means
1,040 girls a year.
In Barney's 16 years
of sexual activity,
that means he's hit on 16,640 girls.
Now, if he's bedded 199 of them,
that is a success rate of...
a little over one percent.
That's a batting average of 12,
eight times worse than
the career batting average of...
one-handed pitcher, that's right,
pitcher... Jim Abbott.
Jealous.
Jealous.
Hero.
Suspiciously quiet
during this conversation
about number of sex partners. Hero.
It's the grand total.
That's the only number that matters.
- Says who?
- Matthew Panning,
the stud of Port Richmond
Middle School.
Stinson, you're such a dweeb-o.
I bet you never
even done it with a girl.
Neither have you.
How many times do I have
to explain this?
I've done it with 100 girls.
They're seventh graders
at my cousin's school on Long Island.
Well, you know what, Matthew?
Someday, I'm gonna do it with 200.
Yeah.
Call me when that happens.
And call him I will.
I think he's gonna say it again
really slow.
Call him...
I will.
You listed Gaby Allan twice,
as 78 and 162.
What? Let me see.
Seventy...
Once. Oh, my God.
Wait a...
I counted the same girl twice?
That means I'm only at one 198?
That only means that you're half
a percent less gross than we thought.
I'm seducing
a Czech supermodel in two hours.
I can't squander that on 199.
Petra has to be 200.
What are you gonna do? It's not
like you're gonna find someone new
to have sex with
in the next two hours.
Hi, millionaire astronaut.
Want to come back to my place
- and see some moon shells?
- Go away.
I just got back from my wife's grave.
Put her in the ground a year ago today.
Man, I miss her.
I sure could use some comfort.
You're creepy.
Man, aren't you sick of all the games?
I just want to settle down
and have a gaggle
of rug rats, like, right now.
I have Mace, and I enjoy using it.
Knowing how important this is to me,
do you think Lily would even consider...
- By the way, I would do all the work...
- I will end your life.
Right.
Where'd Barney go?
It's been over an hour.
You know,
looking over the names on this list,
I'm not sensing a lot
of ethnic diversity.
He should really look
at that in himself.
All done.
199 down, one more to go.
You done with your drink?
There's the stuff.
What the hell happened to you?
So, there's this girl at my gym...
Pauline... she's been
after me for some time.
- Why'd you wait until now?
- She's not exactly my type.
Looking good, Pauline.
You are gonna rip it up
at the Women's Pumping Iron
Classic in Sarasota this fall.
I was thinking about you and me
and if you're still interested...
- Okay, blondie, time for Mama's cardio!
- Geez! Mommy!
Every inch of her
tasted like roast beef and creatine.
But I did it.
I did it and I still have 30 minutes
before I'm supposed to meet Petra.
Robin, do you have
any concealer handy?
I'd really like to cover up
some bruises and razor burn.
- I hate to break this to you, but...
- What?
Well, you did count
Gaby Allan twice,
but... you also went
from 138 to 138.
You used the same number twice.
Wait, so, that means...
Pauline wasn't 199, Pauline was 200?
Congratulations!
No... That was supposed to be Petra!
Petra was supposed to be 200!
Gorgeous, feminine, "Doesn't wear
a weight belt in bed," Petra!
Hey, come on.
You made it to 200.
You should be proud.
You should be tested,
but you should be proud.
Who cares if Pauline doesn't
pose for bikini pictures in magazines?
Actually, she does.
She's gonna be in next week's
issue of Muscle Sexxy.
And like many of the ladies
in that magazine,
Sexxy has two X's and one Y.
And so, on my way to get a bagel,
I stopped at a newsstand
for a full minute
to check out a picture
of Barney's 200th.
If I hadn't done that,
I would've walked right
by the newsstand,
cut down 77th and gotten to
that corner a minute early.
I would've gotten the bagel,
done some work,
and you kids might
never have been born.
Now, why did I cut down 77th,
and give a dollar to the homeless guy?
Here's why.
Back when Marshall first started working
at Goliath National Bank...
Fran, I don't mean to bother you
but I have a big presentation tomorrow
and it would really help if I could get
like some charts and graphs made up.
- Could you help me with that?
- This is the graphics department.
We can make as many graphs,
as many charts in as many colors
on as many kinds
of paper as you want.
We are gonna have some fun.
I've ranked the Presidents
in order of how dirty their names sound.
One: Johnson.
Two: Bush.
Three: Harding.
Four: Polk.
This circle represents
"People Who Are Breaking My Heart..."
and this circle represents
"People Who Are Shaking
My Confidence Daily."
And where they overlap:
Cecilia.
This is a pie chart
describing my favorite bars.
And this is a bar graph
describing my favorite pies.
What's going on?
Enough with the charts.
And the graphs.
Really any visual
representation of data.
I'm not an idiot.
I know how you guys feel
about my charts and my graphs.
As a matter of fact, I've made a chart
of your reaction to my charts.
Let's take a look.
Yes, it is true,
since Cecelia,
your interest in my charts
has been steadily dropping.
But based on recent trends,
I have also made...
A projection chart!
And look...
huge spike in interest coming!
And this isn't just
some dead cat bounce.
This is big sustainable growth
over the long term.
You're a big sustainable growth.
So, I have prepared a few charts
to demonstrate how setting up
a shell corporation in Bermuda
could help minimize
our second quarter losses.
And save you all some jail time.
To begin with...
Could you just please excuse me?
- Mosbius Designs.
- What the hell happened to my charts?
- We threw them away.
- What?
That's how an intervention works.
You wouldn't stop using,
so, we flushed your stash.
Come on, Ted!
I need my charts, man!
Just for today and then I promise
I will never ever use charts again.
I'm under at lot of pressure here.
I need my charts, Jack!
My God, you're doing charts at work?
They're for work, you idiot!
I'm giving a big presentation right now
and if I don't have
those charts I'm gonna get fired!
Crap.
Stay right there.
I'll bring them to you.
Hurry up! I'll try to think
of a way to stall them.
I'm sorry but there's been
a little delay with the charts.
But we will get started
in just a minute.
Fish are weird, right?
I mean what's up with fish?
Charts! Get your charts here!
Excuse me, Milt?
I think those are my charts.
These charts?
On my blanket?
That's also my blanket.
We'll get to that later.
- But I really need these charts.
- Good, 'cause they're for sale.
Fine, how much?
One million dollars.
- I'll give you five bucks.
- A million dollars.
No one's gonna pay
a million dollars for these charts!
One million dollars.
Okay, Milt, you win.
I'm gonna give you
one million dollars.
Urinating...
The problem is, the ATM...
The alien time machine.
The alien time machine
has a withdrawal limit.
So, here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna give you one dollar
a day
for a million days.
That's...
That's 2700 years.
Deal!
Sucker.
I'm sorry, is there a land bass
I don't know about?
Let's get started.
And so, if I hadn't bought
those charts back for Marshall,
I wouldn't have had to cut down 77th
to give Milt his daily dollar
and well, you know the rest.
So, there you have it, kids.
There's a lot of little reasons
why the big things
in our lives happen.
If I had known then where
all those little things were leading me,
and how grateful
I'd be to get there,
well, I probably
would've done something
like this.
Because somehow, I ended up
in the right place at the right time.
And, as a result,
my life would never be the same.
The next day, Uncle Barney
finally confronted Matthew Panning,
the stud of Port Richmond
Middle School.
So, Barney, great to hear
from you after all this time.
- What's been going on?
- I've had sex with 200 women.
God!
That's way too many.
I mean, that's just gross.
Have you sought counseling
for sex addiction?
Because you're a prime candidate.
Have you sought counseling
for I win you lose?
Yeah, suddenly those 100 girls
you nailed in the seventh grade
aren't so impressive.
100 girls?
Is that what this is about?
Barney, I lied.
Sure you did.
I was 12... of course I was lying.
I didn't have a pet Ewok either.
Sure you didn't.
Your whole adult life
has been built around...
something I lied about
when I was 12?
Jealous?
Look, I gotta go pick
my kids up at school.
It sounds like you got
a lot of problems.
Good luck, I guess.
I'm awesome.
200.
Now what?