Barney Stinson Phrases Novels & Stories

She’d be sitting at the bar in that house we had in Hong Kong, cradling a martini while Lottie and I watched, in our matching pink dressing gowns flown out from England. After she’d gone out, we would intone the phrase to each other like some kind of religion. I thought it was a general toast like “Down the hatch,” and shocked a school friend many years later, at a family lunch, by raising my glass and saying, “Well, drown the pain, everyone.” Now we use it as a shorthand for “getting totally trashed in an embarrassing manner.” “I will not be drowning the pain, thank you,” retorts Lottie, sounding offended. “And, anyway, you should talk, Fliss.”

He says, “So my question is to you, what actually happened between you and Ginger..” Once I heard that, I almost choked. concern spreads across Dalon’s face. I shake my head indicating that I was fine, which he relaxes afterward. I try to change the subject. “Gee, I think this bar is expired.. ” I clear my throat. Oh my god! Couldn’t have I just said something more creative and appealing. Just continue Summer. “I mean there’s this sour taste coming out of it” showing him the bar, “I don’t know.. It taste weird you know..” I pretend to look through the wrapper, “yep definitely expired.. We should really complain, I mean the company number is writ-“

the doctor said. "Thank you, doc" as the doc smiles and left. --- "Sweetie, do you want a rib-eye steak or a pork barbecue?" my mom shouted from the kitchen. "I'll have the pork barbecue, mom. Thank you!" I shouted out. 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' The line keeps repeating on inside my head. I feel anxious, worried, and confuse. "Where is she?" a whispered sentence escape my mouth.

Barbie grabbed the phone from me. "Don't worry, Stan, I'm on it. Yes, definitely. You're right. Our girl is never going to stop, so she should take it to the next level. Yup, got it." "What did he say?" I asked as Barbie hung up the phone. "He said you need to dress for the job you want, not the one you've got," Barbie said. "He just texted over the appointment information. You have just enough time to make it to Union Square." "This is insane," I said as Barbie pushed me back down the stairs.

“Not funny.” “Good day ladies, what may I get you?” Said the bartender. “Hey handsome, the usual,” Cassandra said and he blinked twice before asking. “And… what exactly is the usual?” He asked. I suddenly burst out laughing, feeling second-hand embarrassment and so did the bartender before leaning down to grab a bottle. “Here, my secret mix. It’s been a while, Cassie.” He grinned. ‘Oh… so he was just joking before?’ Now I felt a bit embarrassed.

This conversation sounded boring. Mike couldn’t stand Oscar’s pleasantries either. The man’s banter didn’t sit well with Mrs. Barney. Mr. Barney himself seemed to have no attitude. He just sat there watching. “Mommy, you guys look good together.” Mike made a sarcastic comment. He then turned his gaze to Oscar. “Don’t you think so, Mr. Finch?” Mike hated this man even more.

Regrettably, I am out of there with Barry and all of his stuff faster than I arrived. “Are you trying to hit?” Barry says as soon as the elevator doors close. “Excuse me?” “I mean, if you are I wouldn’t blame you. But just between you and me, it’s kind of obvious that you are.” He leans in to give me a knowing nudge with his elbow. “What are you talking about?” I push away is weird nudge. “Oh right, I’ve got to use old people language.” “I am not old–” I start to protest.

- I slap my tongue. - Girlfriend, I'm sorry to talk like this, but you are too slow. If I were you, I would have given it to this man in every room of the house and in every possible position. I would even think about the possibility of giving him my ass. - Barbara speaks up, causing our laughter to echo through the place and even she can't stand what she just said. - I don't know how I can still be friends with you. - I put my hand on my stomach, recovering from my laughing fit.

“Stop making an issue out of it. He is gonna know something is up if you carry on like this.” “I need to distract him. Cover me for a few minutes.” I need to know what is running through his head, so I decide to call him, “Hey baby.” “Hey baby girl.” “See how weird it sounds?” “Ok, you right it does sound weird.” “How is your day going?” “Might have drunk too much at my meeting.” “Might of or have?” “Ok I have.” “What type of business meetings do you have?” “The interesting kinds.” “What interesting kinds?”