Barney Stinson: [inching along at about 1 mph] This isn't right... God never meant for us to travel at such breakneck speeds.
Ted Mosby: Relax, you're doing great. Ignore the old lady on the Rascal; this isn't a race.
Barney Stinson: *Guh* Dude! A dog!
Ted Mosby: Zitch-dog! Yes! One-Nothing.
Barney Stinson: Crap! Whaddo I do? Tell me what to do, Ted.
Ted Mosby: Step on the brake... Some time in the next twenty minutes...
Barney Stinson: Which... Which one's the brake again?
Ted Mosby: The left one.
Barney Stinson: Left. Left. Oh man, left. I'm totally blanking!
Ted Mosby: Just make the "L's" with your hands.
Barney Stinson: Ooooh! We're not gonna make it!
[Radio turns on]
Barney Stinson: Wah!
Ted Mosby: Why did you just turn on the radio?
Barney Stinson: I DON'T KNOW WHY I TURNED ON THE RADIO! We're gonna die, tell me what to do Ted!
Ted Mosby: Relax, you're being crazy!
Barney Stinson: Help me Ted!
Ted Mosby: Stop, drop, and roll.
Barney Stinson: Be serious! Stop, drop and roll? Just tell me what to do. Just tell me what to do!
Ted Mosby: Throw me the idol, I'll throw you the whip. Screaming is fun! Screaming is fuuuuuuun!
[Both scream]
Barney Stinson: Uh! I cant move. I can't... I can't feel my... Uh... We're okay...
Ted Mosby: We're okay.
Barney Stinson: It's a MIRACLE, Ted!