How I Met Your Mother (2005–2014): Season 8, Episode 18 - Weekend at Barney's - full transcript

Barney is forced to break out "The Playbook" one final time to keep Ted from getting back together with Jeanette and taking her to his wedding, and Marshall embarrasses Lily at an art exhibition.

This is the life.

We got the three B's.

Beach, booze and bodacious babes.

I don't know.

I'm starting to think
we should call the police.

Oh, would you relax?

We've got it made.

One whole week at his
bodacious beach house,

no strings attached.

Well, there is one string attached.

Hi, Barney.

Bodacious.

"Weekend at Barney's!"

What is it? What's wrong?

The plays, Robin, the plays.

The ingenious
techniques I used as a bachelor

to pick up busty dullards.

They just keep coming to
me, I can't turn them off.

Okay, Barney, let me
ease your mind, okay?

All right, here we go.

Remember when you set
your Playbook on fire?

That was the moment I realized
you were someone I could marry.

And I'd burn it again if I could.

You're right.

I'm done with all these plays.

Besides, there's no
way I'll ever come up

with anything that tops
"Weekend at Barney's".

"Weekend at Barney's Two!"

Damn it, Barney!

So, there's this big
gallery opening tonight.

Oh, we'd love to, but
we've got this...

Genesis reunion, Madison Square Garden,

front row. It's gonna be legend...
- I wasn't inviting you guys.

Oh, thank God. There is no concert.

As the captain's new art buyer,

I have to go schmooze
this up-and-coming artist,

Strickland Stevens,

so we get first dibs
on all his new stuff.

And I'll be helping Lily seal the deal
by impressing the intelligentsia

with some art-related hilarity.

I've prepared some jokes.

Why couldn't the art
dealer pay his rent?

- I don't know. Why?
- This is gonna be rough.

Because he ran out of Monet.

You're gonna get that on the walk
home. How about this one?

You know what, we'd...
we'd love to hear it,

but we've got that... that...

Steely Dan, Carnegie Hall,
backstage pass. Let's go.

We don't want to miss
whatever their big song was.

Yeah.

Your wedding response card, as promised.

Why didn't you just mail
it like everybody else?

Oh, see, that's sad, Robin.

You should be touched
that I hand-delivered it.

Has social media so eroded
our interpersonal relationships

that we no longer wish
to experience the...

- You wanted to keep the stamp?
- They're 46 cents now.

It's getting out of hand.

"Your invitation is joyfully accepted

by Mr. Ted Mosby and Jeanette.

Kids, as you'll recall,

Jeanette was the last girl I dated
before I met your mother.

My friends only had
one tiny problem with her.

She was nuts.

So you're bringing a plus one?

If you count the voices in her head,

it's plus five.

Guys, I'm bringing her,

and you're gonna love having her there.

Oh, and... by the way,

just so this doesn't turn
into an argument later,

the dress she's gonna wear isn't
technically white, it's eggshell.

The shoes are white, though.

And the gloves.

And the veil. Well, see you guys.

- No, no, no.
- Mosby! Get...

Oh, my God, what happened?

Oh, I trashed your apartment.

See, I got bored,

so I started going
through all your e-mails.

- Sure.
- And I found one from a woman

with the subject line,
"big penis orgasms,"

so naturally, I smashed your plates,

knifed your mattress,
peed in your drawers,

the whole nine, but then,

while I was upper-decking your toilet,

I actually read the e-mail.

Turns out it was spam.

Classic Jeanette, huh?

Oh, my God.

You are certifiably insane...

about me.

Come here, you knucklehead.

- I can't stay mad at you.
- Ted, Ted, I'm breaking up with you.

You're just so intense,

and it's all moving way too fast.

Here's your key back.

I never gave you a key.

And here's your grandmother's ring.

She was buried wearing this.

And just like that,

it was over.

I texted Barney and Robin.
I'm sure they're over the moon

that Jeanette's not coming
to the wedding.

Oh, no, Ted, no.

They're not gonna be
happy about you being sad.

They broke up!

Ted, respectfully,

are you sure that this was
the right girl for you?

Of course not.

She was crazy.

Absolutely a nightmare.

It's totally not worth the trouble.

I mean, no matter how...

no matter how great the sex was.

- Uh-oh. -
Stay with us, buddy.

No matter how hot and passionate

and surprising,

possibly illegal...

- I don't like this.
- Me, neither.

I'm gonna win her back.

Barney and Robin are
gonna be so happy I'm happy.

I know.

I know.

Did you just unhook my bra?

Shh. There, there.

That night was the big gallery show.

Hey. I'm so sorry.

I decided to grab a snack
from the bodega.

Why? They'll have food at the gallery.

Oh, come on, these places
never have food.

It's fine.

I got some Skittles.

That was the last bag of Skittles

your Uncle Marshall would ever buy.

Meanwhile, I headed over
to Jeanette's place

to win her back.

What the hell?

I can't let you do this, Ted.

I want Jeanette back.

Well, then accept my apology.

For what?

This.

Ow, ow, ow! Damn it! You're strong.

That's just from Pilates?

Twice a week.

Look, I don't want you
getting back with Jeanette.

Ted, what is my one rule?

You can tell how old a
girl is by her elbows?

My other one rule.

Flaxseed relieves upset stomach?

My other one rule.

Always have a fake pair
of concert tickets

in your pocket in case Lily
invites you to something stupid?

My other one rule.

Lebanese girls sprint to third
base and then stay there?

- My other one rule.
- New is always better.

New is always better!

Exactly, Ted.

You want to invite a date to our wedding,
it is not gonna be Jeanette.

It is gonna be someone new.

And I am gonna help you find her

with a little help from...

The Playbook.

The Playbook? Didn't you burn that?

Oh, I didn't burn the real one.

That was the ceremonial playbook

for parades,

mall openings,

inaugurations, stuff like that.

That's a pretty big secret
to keep from Robin.

Which is exactly why I'm trusting you,

my best bro, to never let her know

that the Playbook still exists.

Pinky swear?

Fine.

Wow.

See, I told you.

Thank God I snuck in
this bag of goodness.

There's Strickland Stevens.

Wow.

Even his scarf
is up-and-coming.

Are you gonna be okay by yourself
for a few minutes?

Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?

Well, you're sitting
on an $80,000 sculpture.

For 80 grand,

you'd think it
would be more comfortable.

Lil, I'll be fine.

Do you know who you're talking to?

In high school, I
was voted most outgoing

freshman, sophomore and senior year.

What happened junior year?

Egdud Ferhaki,

that outgoing son of a bitch.

He beat you for most outgoing?

Huh? Oh, no, we tied.

Look, the point is, I can make
friends anywhere, even here.

- Thanks, baby.
- You got it.

Hey, excuse me.

Listen.

Do you think that you would enjoy a show

featuring Donatello, Raphael,

Michelangelo and Leonardo?

Sound like you're a fan of the
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Gotcha. Skin it.

He will get that on the drive home.

He didn't.

- Fireworks?
- Yeah.

Everything in there is a
prop we'll need for tonight.

Everything.

All right, here's how
this is going down.

You'll be wearing this
earpiece and microphone.

I'll be staked out here,
telling you exactly what to say,

so just stay focused and you'll be fine.

Which play are we gonna run first?

How about the "Weekend at Barney's"?

Oh, Ted, your first day at the salon,

and you want to do a cut and color?

No. Tonight we're gonna
start off with...

Ice Man to Neruda.

Ice Man to Neruda.

Bogey at 10:00,

and she is packing two
fully-operational sweater stretchers.

That's bravo, Oscar,
Oscar, bravo, Sierra.

Possible delta cups.

Copy that. Engaging target.

Over.

Excuse me, I have a delivery for Lisa.

Excuse me, I have a delivery for Lisa.

Are you Lisa? Are you Lisa?

Uh, no.

But you must be.

I was told to...

deliver this package
to a girl named Lisa,

and that I'd
recognize her because she'd be...

The most beautiful girl in this bar.

So, here's your delivery, Lisa.

Uh, I am definitely not Lisa,

but I would be happy
to help you find her.

Great, and then maybe later...

I could give you a
different package... my penis.

That is a terrible line!

You said it wrong.

I did not say it wrong.

My penis.

- No.
- My penis.

- Still not right.
- My penis, my penis, my penis!

Hello.

This sucks.

I can't get near Strickland.

At least Marshall's having a good time.

Man, he always knows
just the right thing to say.

For a gay guy, Andy Warhol
sure liked cans.

This sucks.

Maybe I've lost my charm.

No, Marshall,

if Lily's gonna make it
in this fancy art world,

you're gonna have to
make it, too, so suck it up,

stop sitting on the art,

and bust out the "A" material.

You two keep chugging like that,

you're gonna have to Vincent
van go to the bathroom, am I right?

It's pronounced van Gogh.

Oh, "blogh" me.

I still don't get why someone
would leave the hospital

without changing into their
clothes first. Over.

Ted, this is my thing. So just...

okay?

Over.

Okay? Over.

Are you all right?

What? Oh.

Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Tomorrow, I'm...

donating a kidney to my best friend.

My best friend Barney.

Not Marshall.

Barney.

Marshall's so lame.

Anyway...

just wanted to grab
one last drink, in case...

you know, I don't make it.

You are so brave.

Hey, listen.

Before I give my best friend
this organ, how about...

Nope.

Nope, I'm not saying that.

I did hear you,

but I'm not saying that.

Because I'm not.

Are you okay?

One second. I know you put
a lot of work into this.

I understand that.

I understand that.

I understand that.

I understand that.

Why can't I just talk to her?
Maybe we'll hit it off...

Fine.

Copy that.

How about I give you a different organ?

My penis.

- You said it wrong.
- I did not say it wrong!

Thank you all so much for coming.

If you'll indulge me, I would
like to share a story

about my dearly departed grandmother.

Oh, God.

News flash, Johnny Ascot:

Lots of people have dead grandmas.

No, Marshall.

Don't be bitter.

You're here for Lily.

Just look at her, so professional.

She hasn't sat on a single piece of art.

You're gonna ride this thing
out with dignity for Lily.

Not one more thing
that might embarrass her.

I will simply stand here.

Perfectly invisible.

And so I dedicate this show

to my grandmother's memory.

Now...

please join me in honoring her

with 60 seconds of absolute silence.

Okay, Neruda, this play is

extremely complicated.

Let me guess. Does it involve me

saying "my penis" in a Scottish accent?

Now you're gettin' it, laddie!

Hey!

Robin. What are you doing here?

I was curious as to whether you
found Ted a date to our wedding

who was a little less,
you know, Antichrist-y.

Is that the Playbook?

No, Robin, that is a couch.

Oh, you mean the Playbook on the couch?

- I can explain.
- Don't bother.

I can ex... Uh, Ted? Uh...

I got to step away from
mission control for a sec.

Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone.

Robin...

Robin, wait.

Um... shoot. I haven't figured out

what I'm gonna say yet. Keep going.

Robin, wait.

Look, I'm sorry that I
still have the Playbook.

It's just, it's filled
with a lifetime of great ideas.

Am I supposed to just
leave all that behind?

- Yes.
- But...

"Weekend at Barney's"!

Okay, what is that?

Explain the "Weekend at Barney's" to me.

What's to explain?

I play a dead guy,

and Ted and Marshall carry me around.

Okay. And based on that,
girls want to sleep with you.

- Big time.
- But you're dead.

Yeah. Except not really, obviously.

- But the girl thinks you're dead.
- No, she thinks I'm alive.

- Which you are.
- Exactly.

- Except you're dead.
- Exactly.

- Except you're alive.
- Exactly.

Okay, so instead of...
of being an alive person

pretending to be a dead person

pretending to be an alive person,

why not just be an alive person?

Okay, let's start from the beginning.

The movie is called Weekend at Bernie's.

My name is Barney.

I'm so sorry, sweetie.

I don't know if you heard,
but I dropped some Skittles.

Do you know what, I'm just gonna
go home before I make things worse.

You're not going anywhere.

We're a team.

You stuck by me after my nip slip

at your law school graduation.

And after my nip slip
at the GNB Christmas party.

And after my nip slip

at the Honeywell and
Coots Family Fun Day.

I don't know why you
keep wearing that top.

All right, I'll stay put,

but I'm keeping my mouth shut.

No more jokes, no more candy,

no more Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Hey, are you guys
talking Ninja Turtles?

I'm a huge TMNT fan.

I grew up on those comic books.

Me, too! I was obsessed.

Did you know that the
original comic debuted

in 1984 at a convention
in New Hampshire?

Uh, yes.

Did you know that Eastman and
Laird always had their doubts

about their characters
being commercialized?

Yes!

Did you know that the painting
on the back wall

is inspired by Master Splinter?

Oh, the one of the rat doing karate.

I see it now.

Hey, I'm Strickland.

Hey. Marshall.

And this is my wife, Lily,
who, as a matter of fact,

happens to represent one of the biggest
art collectors in New York City.

I love your work.

It's great to see you
getting some recognition.

Thank you. It's been a long haul.

The first painting I ever sold,

I used the money to get my car fixed.

You might say...

I used it to make my van go.

That's...

Um, a little something
called rigor mortis?

Oh, come on.

Are you really this mad about a book?

You really think that this
is just about a book, Barney?

You lied to me.

If we're gonna be in a marriage

and trust each other,
you can't lie to me ever.

Really?

Well, that's just great.

Because, in case you haven't
noticed these last eight years,

lying is what I do best.

I'm a magician, Robin.

Misdirection and deceit
are my stock in trade.

You don't want me to lie to you?

Lies are the reason that we're together.

Everything single thing I did

to get you to say yes
to me on that rooftop...

Patrice, the false
engagement, everything...

it was all utter malarkey.

But...

underneath all of those lies

is one true thing.

One true thing that can
support the weight

of all the lies in the world, and...

and that's the fact that I love you.

And you know that when I say that...

I am not lying.

Wha...

Did you just unhook my bra again?

Jeanette,

this is great.

We're back together.

You're coming to Barney
and Robin's wedding.

I found two wine glasses
you didn't smash.

Call me crazy, but I've got a feeling,

from here on out, it's gonna
be nothing but blue skies and...

What...

the hell...

is this?

Check out this text from Ted.

Oh, my...

What the hell happened here?

Jeanette and I had a little spat.

Would anyone like some wine?

It's a nice C?tes du Rh?ne.

Still needs to breathe a bit.

You know what? I got
a decanter upstairs, so...

We should just drink it now.

And for

the grand finale,

I found your fireworks.

Let's see what they do
to your precious Playbook!

No!

Jeanette, please,
that's Barney's life's work!

It's fine, Ted.

Blow it up, Jeanette.

# Put a candle in the window

# 'Cause I feel I've got to move #

# Though I'm going, going

# I'll be coming home soon

# Long as I can see the light... #

Okay.

No more dating.

I'm ready to settle down.

And, kids...

for the first time in my life,

I really meant it.

Oh!

- Oh...
- The boots...