Barney Stinson Phrases Novels & Stories

“Give me a shot.” “Rough night?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. I let out a bitter laugh. “You could say that.” He pours the shot, and I throw it back without hesitation. The burn slides down my throat, warming me from the inside. I signal for another. “Another one?” the bartender asks, a little worried now. “Yeah,” I say, slamming my palm down on the bar. “I can handle it.” Glass after glass, I drain my problems into the bottom of an empty shot glass. Laughter and conversation swirl around me, a mix of voices and clinking glasses. But to me, it all sounds muffled. All I can hear is the echo of Susan’s mother's insults.

"I know" "Smashed potatoes and eggs" She squeals excitedly. Barney claps cheerfully. "Yes, yes, yes"He chants." You get beacons with that for being a good girl" He adds and I gape at him. "That's unfair" I lament Tiana scoffs. "Don't be a sore loser" My right leg kicks her stool slightly causing it to stagger. She glares at me and I shrug. "Alright girls, let me get you your breakfast" Barney announced as he strides back to the kitchen.

they added cautiously. "Out." Barney lowered his head, slamming his hand onto the icy coffee table. Through clenched teeth, he forced out two words, each one heavy with suppression and terror: "Get… out."

But here I was. Bernie tried to bring up a conversation. He talked about work and I tried to pay attention, but my mind kept wandering. I noticed that Bernie had a habit of using big words and phrases that made him sound like a know-it-all. It was getting on my nerves. I watched in horror as he chugged down a glass of water and belched loudly. He didn't even seem to notice he was embarrassing us. "You know, I've been thinking," Bernie said, wiping his mouth. "I think we have a lot in common. We both love movies, right?"

It seems like I was being accused beforehand and the verdict was already passed in my case without visiting the court room. “I saw how big of a victim you are when you carry the gun pointing at Ms. Stoll and ran towards her when she , a real victim tried to run away from you. I know you did something and I will find out what sooner or later but I am more interesting in knowing why you did it? Wasn’t she the one who saved you and this is how you repay her within twenty four hours, you ungrateful scum” Barney insulted me in front of his colleagues and subordinates who were staring at me in a very strange way. It was like a character assassination for me, an insult I don’t want to handle or pre

TWO SIDES OF A COIN “Ermmmm... Hello.” I stuttered my way through the sentence. This was so unlike me, I am usually the type of person that has the most to say, and to think that seeing the 'bar guy', yes, we are going to call him that seeing as I don't know his name is making me lost for words is rubbing me in some kind of way I don't find funny. My mom, of blessed memory, always said I talked ‘a thousand per minute.’

I didn't know what to do, I didn't even know what I wanted to do. I just knew that I didn't want to feel this way anymore. I just wanted to be my old self, the person I was before I met Gianni. When things were okay. "Hey." I turned to look at Barney, but I didn't respond. "Mind if I sit?" "Go ahead." "Are you okay?" I raised my brow at him, "Really?" He smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, stupid question, I guess."

•Scott POV• “Wow, that was very helpful, Baron,” I said sarcastically as I stood up from the chair, stretching my arms to shake off the tiredness that had suddenly wrapped around me. “What do you expect me to say?” Baron chuckled, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “Advise you to take someone else’s wife?” “I’m out of here, dude,” I muttered. “You can bask in your advice.” Baron laughed, blowing smoke into the air as I walked out of the backyard and made my way through the hallway leading to the front door. The moment I stepped outside the building, my thoughts drifted to Cassie.

Natasha greeted and the sarcasm dripping from her voice is not from this world. "Yeah, long time no see. You look beautiful as always. You know, the Barbie look and the goody two shoes attitude. You can take a child out of the gutter but you can't take the gutter out of the child, you still have the….." I had to grab her hand to stop her from talking any further.

“I like you, Benny. You make me laugh.” Benny was taken aback and didn't know how to react. A nervous smile was all that he managed in the long pause that ensued. Eventually he mustered enough courage to speak. "You don't mind me talking to the mirror, then?" It was his reflection that answered. "I said you had to be honest, Benny. I didn't say you had to tell her everything." "I had a Barbie Doll as a teenager." —MEMORIES