Kids, in the fall of 2010...
our friends Stuart and Claudia had a baby...
and Lily and Marshall were the first to visit the happy new parents.
So, have you guys landed on a name yet?
We're tryin', but it's tougher than you think.
See, I like Tiffany.
And I don't want my daughter to have a whore's name.
- That's my mother's name. - I know.
Oh, I got it!
How about we name the baby after you... Frigid Shrew.
Oh! That's good. No, no, no.
Let's call her Vodka.
Then at least we know you'll hold her tight and never let her go.
Don't knock the vodka. Wouldn't have a kid without it.
Oh, that's, Stuart... You are so...
That's not gonna be us, right?
I mean, how hard can it be to name a baby?
Right? Just look at her. She's clearly a...
- Lisa. - Emily.
- Emily? - Lisa?
Uh-oh.
Okay! I made a list of awesome baby names.
Starting at the top, number one...
I'm gonna stop you right there, Marshall.
You name a chubby white kid LeBron...
and he's the one getting stuffed in the basketball hoop.
- Then I'm also crossing off, um, Shaquille... - Mm-hmm.
Hakeem and Dikembe.
Wait. What about Rob?
- Rob? No. - Why not?
Hey, Rob. What are you gonna make... a turkey?
Hunka, hunka!
Not Rob.
Um, how about Ryan?
Not Ryan.
Johnny?
Hey, where's the goldfish?
Not Johnny.
Or Gil.
Jeremy.
Jeremy, no!
Well, I mean... Geez, Lily.
Well, whatever you do, do not name your baby Becky. Right?
Why? What...
Becky. My new co-anchor.
Wait, don't you guys ever watch the show?
We really try.
Our DVR won't recognize it as a television program.
I watched.
- Robin insisted I confirm how "awful" Becky is... - Mm-hmm.
so last night I checked it out.
Peace talks in the region...
have been described as productive.
- Becky. - Last night in Staten Island...
a taco cart owner was robbed at gunpoint.
Oh! That's so sad.
Becky, we're... we're journalists.
- We can't get emotional about the news we... - Oh, no!
They stole all his money and then pelted him with his own taco meat!
Who would do that?
Well, if you read this story, we might find out.
Oh. Can I do this one about the horse?
- I love horsies. - Mm-hmm.
Oh! The horse died.
Guys, this news is all really sad.
Okay, no holds barred. What'd you think of Becky?
Mmm.
- I thought she was charming. - You too?
Can somebody please explain to me why the "little girl" act works on men?
Want the long version or the short version?
Short version.
Short version...
Who's your daddy?
You know, when you think about that...
that phrase is really creepy.
No, it's not. It's fun. Here, watch this.
Hey, Lily...
who's your daddy?
Okay, uh, let me get this straight.
So in this scenario, because you make such sweet love to Lily...
she is now your daughter?
No, she is not my daughter.
I'm just... her daddy.
- Wow, that is disgusting. - Exactly. It's not like the opposite will work.
There's no way a guy could pick up a girl going around talking like a little boy.
- Challenge accepted. - No.
I, Barney Stinson...
will pick up a girl whilst talking like a little boy.
It'll never work.
- Okay, here's my list of baby names. - Oh.
- What about Tara? - No.
Not Tara. Tara was the hottest girl in my high school.
We were all, like, obsessed with her.
We didn't just talk about her and fantasize about her.
We wrote songs about her.
♪ Tara, your booty is so smooth ♪
♪ And I hope this isn't rude ♪
♪ But I wanna get up on it ♪♪
Not Tara.
What about Esther?
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
On the main stage, give it up for Estherl
Oh, oh.
Hey, Barney, that prime rib was surprisingly good...
but it's 10:30 in the morning.
I don't need to see a lady get naked and dance.
Oh, Esther gets naked, but she doesn't dance.
Then what does she do?
Sweet Mother Nature!
That was my card.
Gentlemen, gentlemen. Give it up for Estherl
Not Esther.
I need a drink. Ted? Hmm? Ted?
Marshall, your list is entirely boy names.
You do realize there's roughly a 50% chance of you having a daughter, right?
Okay, honestly, I've never thought about having a girl.
I don't want to think about having a girl.
Tara, Esther...
can you imagine being one of those girls' dads?
♪ Marshall's daughter ♪
♪ Your booty Your booty's so smooth ♪♪
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
On the main stage, give it up for Marshall's daughter.
He screwed up my childhood.
That's why I do this.
I have no idea how to raise a daughter.
What if she makes bad choices?
I mean, what if she ends up dating some...
Oh, God.
Papa, I want you to meet my new boyfriend.
Hey, bro.
Thanks for makin' such a hottie.
Who's your daddy?
You are... 'cause of all the sex we have!
I don't want a girl. I just want a little boy.
It's not what it sounds like, folks.
Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad.
Marshall, is that you?
Oh, okay, you guys, you're a little too close to the camera.
Can you back up a bit?
How's this?
Every time.
Um, can you just sit in front of the computer like normal human beings?
Perfect. Perfect.
What's up, Shooter?
To be honest, I'm getting a little freaked out...
about the idea of having a daughter.
I know you two probably aren't the right people to talk to about this.
- You had all boys. - Oh, well, that... that was just dumb luck.
Uh, hey, honey, would you get me a brewski from outta the shed?
Sure. You want anything, Marshall?
I'm in a computer, Mom.
Oh.
Yeah, all boys.
Total coinkydink.
It was no coinkydink.
Since the Viking age...
the Eriksen men have passed down ancient secrets for conceiving boys.
Avoid lemons.
They're baby girl fertilizer.
Okay, no offense, Dad...
but I doubt there's any scientific data to support...
"I doubt there's any scientific data to support"...
I had all sonsl
Your grandfather had all sons.
Your great-grandfather had all sons.
Scoreboardl
Who you gonna listen to... me or the scientific data?
Members of the G-8 convened today in Vienna...
to discuss plans to fight climate change, by which...
- What? - Ask me what I did yesterday.
Hey, Becky. Becky, this is our news segment, okay?
Nobody cares what you did yesterday.
Lighten up, Robin. What'd you do, sweetheart?
Mike?
Well, I'm new in town and don't know many people...
but yesterday I met the sweetest man...
who took me on a tour of the city.
Guys, New York is kinda cool.
Okay. Back to the G-8 conference.
Hello?
Mike? Can I get in the shot?
Fantastic.
Then, this cutie patootie...
took me to this bar called MacLaren's right underneath his apartment.
- Wait. Did you go out with Ted Mosby? - Yes!
Guys, I went out with Robin's roommate.
I saw her bedroom.
She's a messy Bessie.
In other news...
later today a Manhattan architect gets punched in the throat.
Ow!
Ted, of all the women in New York...
you had to go out with an eight-year-old girl?
Yeah. Not what it sounds like, folks.
Ted, you know that I hate her.
How could you go out on a date with this girl?
It wasn't a date.
She came over to the apartment looking for you.
I made Robin my famous chocolate-chip cookies...
but instead of chocolate chips I used Gummi bears.
Oh!
A spider!
Let me guess.
She acted like a helpless little girl...
and you stepped in as the big strong man.
I don't know if that's totally true.
It's okay, little darlin'.
Poor spider.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Spiders gotta die...
so trees can grow.
Then I held her tight...
told her it was all gonna be okay.
By the way, I think I only wounded the spider.
It crawled off into my bedroom.
Wait. Is that why you slept on the couch last night?
Yeah. I slept.
I'm dyin' out here.
Talkin' like a little boy is not working with the ladies.
Wow, lady.
You got some "tig ol' bitties"!
Gosh!
Your body's a perfect... this many.
Uh, do you wanna wrestle with our special bathing suit places?
Come on.
I just need two seconds, baby.
I know you think that's a compliment...
but I'd rather you take your time.
No, um, I'll be... I'll be right back.
Ancient Norse wisdom tells us that to sire a son...
you must do three things right before you lay with your maiden.
First, eat pickled herring.
Eat itl
This is ridiculous.
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
On the main stage, throwing her life away...
give it up for Marshall's daughter.
Who's your granddaddy?
That guy.
Hey, wanna have a three-way with me and my imaginary friend?
His name's Otis.
You don't...
Hey. Hey! Wanna come to my house and play telephone?
I got the string, you got the cans.
I wet myself. Will you change me?
Can't blame her on that one.
Guys, I have some terrible, terrible news.
I, Barney Stinson...
can't pick up a girl whilst talking like a little boy.
Challenge forfeited.
- We don't care about this at all. - No one challenged you. It wasn't really a challenge.
I'm sorry.
Hey, Gerard. What's with that shirt?
Nobody could pick up a chick wearing that thing.
Challenge accept...
Wow, I'm glad that's over.
It was creepy watching Barney talk like a little kid.
Oh, but you find it irresistible when Becky does?
I don't get it. The Ted that I went out with...
was attracted to the kind of woman...
who could use a steak knife without supervision.
For your information, Becky doesn't like steak.
She likes "pasghetti"... Spaghetti.
- And more importantly, she makes me feel needed. - Needed?
She makes training wheels feel needed.
Hey, it's nice to feel needed.
And you know what? It's not a feeling guys get when they're with you.
Son, Viking lore tells us...
that to ensure the continuation of your noble male lineage...
get a big ol'bowl of ice and dunk your man sack right in there.
You two and your football.
Okay.
Mm-hmm.
Now, get in there, point Lily due north...
and make me a grandsonl
Eriksenl
Eriksen!
When we were dating, l...
I didn't make you feel needed?
Come on. You always took charge of everything.
Oop. I got this.
Is this okay? Am I hurting you?
- I got this. - Whoa!
Someone's trying to break in! Call the cops.
I got this.
- Did that really bother you? - Well, yeah.
It's nice to be needed.
Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.
It's Becky. Aw, she's trapped in a revolving door.
I got this.
Thank you.
- Let's make a baby. - Mmm!
Whoa!
Baby, you're packin' snowballs...
and your breath smells like a mermaid fart.
Loving the dirty talk. You know what's even hotter?
- If we face this-a way. - Hmm?
- Ooh, we're bad. - Baby...
Hey, baby, why are you facing me north?
l...
You're trying to make us have a boy!
I can ex...
How do you know about the north thing?
Oh, um...
And what are you doing with those lemons?
Baby girl fertilizerl
You're trying to make us have a girl!
You are trying to make us have a girl.
All my least favorite students have been boys...
so I googled "How to make a girl."
Some really weird stuff came up.
But, finally, I found this conception Web site that said you should...
Point south at the moment of conception...
eat a lemon...
and heat up your lady parts to a balmy 105 degrees.
Ooh. Ahhh. Oh, that's not bad.
Mmm!
Eriksen!
Ooh, ooh.
Lily, how could you do...
exactly the same thing I did?
You're supposed to be the sane one.
See that? Another boy expecting a woman to clean up his mistakes.
That's why girls are way better than boys.
Oh, really? Then how come whenever there's a creepy kid in a horror movie...
it's always a little girl... or twin girls who speak in unison.
Oh, well, what about Chucky?
Okay. A: He was a doll.
He was possessed by an adult serial killer.
How could you bring up Chucky right before bed?
- Hey. - Hey.
Hey. Um...
When we were dating, did... did I make you feel needed?
No, I didn't feel like you needed me at all.
That's what I thought.
Uh, I'm sorry.
Wait. Where are you go... That's a compliment.
You're the least-needy woman I've ever met.
That's awesome.
I mean, no guy's gonna say "Who's your daddy?" to Robin Scherbatsky.
You're your own daddy...
and mommy...
and weird survivalist uncle who lives in a cabin with a shotgun...
blaming stuff on the government.
And that is what makes you the most amazing...
strong...
independent woman I've ever banged.
Thanks, Barney.
You know, um, there's something that I wanted to ask you.
I don't really know how to say it...
so here goes.
Who's the crazy chick in the apron?
Someone naughty left his toys on the floor...
and needs to be spanked on his tushy-tush.
Uh-oh. I'm in twubble!
You did it. How?
Last night after admitting defeat, I just let myself go.
Mmm! That looks so good. Can I have some?
No! It's my ice cream. You can't have any.
Someone needs to teach you how to share.
Who's your mommy?
Challenge completed!
Mmm.
Now, uh, can you get this freak outta here? I'm really scared.
I got this.
Oh, so you finally agreed on a name.
Well, the other night, she ran a... a really high fever.
We rushed her to the emergency room at 3:00 in the morning...
but they wouldn't admit her without a name.
Right then and there we realized how stupid we were being.
We looked at each other and, well, we just knew.
Our baby's name is...
Esther.
Esther!
That's beautiful.
Yeah.
We're idiots.
Baby, names and gender... It's just like...
It's some way of giving ourselves the illusion...
that we have any control whatsoever.
l-I just want a healthy, happy 12-pound...
Whoa!
Ten-pound?
- Eight-pound? - I guess.
But, dude, you're writing checks my vagina can't cash.
- I love you. - Mmm.
And I'm gonna love the crap outta whatever baby we have.
Me too.
You know what?
We should just think of a name that's good for either a girl or a boy.
- Like, um... - Jamie.
Marshall, we just named our baby.
Jamie.
Not Jamie!
Shoe's untied. I got it.
Yeah, this is over.
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