MacLaren's: Lily's still trying to get Marshall to admit that Karina is the hottest woman in the bar. Robin's still trying to explain that she's much hotter. When Marshall won't play along, Lily tells him that he has to want to "hit that." Even she wants to "hit that" and if Marshall doesn't, then he might be gay. Marshall says, "Hell yeah, I'm gay -- gay for you!" Somewhere -- possibly Istanbul -- Oz nods in agreement, though he isn't sure why. And since the writers' tendency to lean on him has turned Barney into an even worse attention junkie this week, he turns the conversation back to himself, and his next sexual conquest, despite the fact that Robin is sitting right there. He asks Marshall if he found out why Karina is so cold to him. With the help of a flashback, Marshall explains/we learn that Karina's been done wrong by the last three Wall Street types she's dated (the American economy nods in agreement), and we learn that she's sworn off guys in suits. Back in the present, Barney pulls out the old "wait for it" gag in the middle of explaining that he'll stop wearing suits. Robin tries to minimize the impact of his statement by pointing out they already know what he's going to say, but Barney doesn't let that stop him, and Marshall and Lily don't let it stop them from gasping in surprise, either.
First Date Restaurant: Ted and Cindy are having a lovely time, considering she's still bitching about her roommate complex. "Another weird thing about my roommate -- she paints these bizarre paintings of robots playing sports." Ted's mouth: "Yeah...that is weird." Ted's eyes: "S3x0R." Saget!Ted: "I was lying. That sounded awesome. Your mother's Robot Volleyball watercolor is hanging up in the den, as we speak." Cindy adds that her roommate also has this strange habit of making breakfast foods sing show tunes. Ted's already whipped. And I'm nodding in approval. I didn't know how many show tunes I knew (or could fake up at the drop of a hat) until I spent the days at home alone with my first child. If mama could have gone to the baby store and picked out any baby she saw -- she would have walked right to your crib, and loved you even without a bib. Shut up. I was composing under extreme sleep deprivation. It was like Gitmo, people. GITMO. Anyhow, Ted can't hide his lying eyes, and Saget!Ted offers: "Your mother's rendition of 'Memories' (sic) as performed by an English Muffin is, to this day, the most hauntingly beautiful thing I've ever heard." Ted tells Cindy he already hates "this girl," and then Cindy softens up and admits her roomie isn't all that bad. "I just get a little jealous." Ted says all the right things to shore up Cindy's confidence and his chances, but Saget!Ted doesn't let us forget that the mother is far more awesome.