Barney: Sir, hi. My name is Barney Stinson.
Robin Sr.: This is Barney? This man is blond. Grown men are not blond!
Robin Jr.: Dad!
Robin Sr.: Please to meet you. That's a very...fun hair color.
[...]
Barney: Sir...I, um, uh—
Robin Sr.: Permission denied.
Robin Sr.: This is Barney? This man is blond. Grown men are not blond!
Robin Jr.: Dad!
Robin Sr.: Please to meet you. That's a very...fun hair color.
[...]
Barney: Sir...I, um, uh—
Robin Sr.: Permission denied.
Jason: This isn't right. [...] We're married now, but we still haven't told your dad.
Janet: Once again, Michael is not my dad.note And we shouldn't tell him. If Michael finds out that we're married, then he'll know you're not Tahani's soulmate, and then he'll know you're really Jason and not Jianyu. And then he'll send you to the Bad Place.
Janet: Once again, Michael is not my dad.note And we shouldn't tell him. If Michael finds out that we're married, then he'll know you're not Tahani's soulmate, and then he'll know you're really Jason and not Jianyu. And then he'll send you to the Bad Place.
Valentina Scanarotti: With your consent, I'd like to marry Gnaghi.
Mayor Scanarotti: This - horrible - thing?
Valentina: I'm not such a great catch either, Daddy.
Scanarotti: Not as long, dear, as I've got a breath in my body.
Valentina: All right. We'll fix that right away.
Mayor Scanarotti: This - horrible - thing?
Valentina: I'm not such a great catch either, Daddy.
Scanarotti: Not as long, dear, as I've got a breath in my body.
Valentina: All right. We'll fix that right away.
Teammate: So, are you like promised to someone?
Jess: Nah. My sister's getting married. It's a love match.
Teammate: So if you can choose, does that mean you can marry a white boy?
Jess: White? No. Black? Definitely not. A Muslim? Unh-uh.
Jules: Guess you'll be marrying an Indian, then.
Jess: Probably.
Jess: Nah. My sister's getting married. It's a love match.
Teammate: So if you can choose, does that mean you can marry a white boy?
Jess: White? No. Black? Definitely not. A Muslim? Unh-uh.
Jules: Guess you'll be marrying an Indian, then.
Jess: Probably.