Christmas, my friend. Please tell me you ain't going through with this.
Course I am. Look at that girl. Who wouldn't marry her?
She cheated on you.
It was a half-cheat.
Which is?
The other side of a half-truth. The facts are murky.
Murky. I hate to break it to you pal, but your girlfriend over there a the world-class cheating gene.
I should stab you in the heart.
Too late. [Lee's wife comes over]
You know, I used to think you had a black heart. Black is too colorful.
...
Promise not to keep my baby way for so long?
Cross my heart. [Gets up to sit at a table with other colleagues]
If he had one.
...
Look whose lost in space.
Got a pen? [Barney takes out elaborately decorated pen]
Hey, you got anything that doesn't have skulls on it?
Matter of fact, I don't.
Einstein's Theory of Special Relativity, only I made it better. [Blows nose in napkin]


