Ted:	All my friends from high school they're here with their wives, kids. Me? My date for the night is my sticky magazine.
Robin:	Sounds like high school all over again. Sorry, it's right there.
Ted:	I used to believe in destiny, you know. I go to the bagel place, see a pretty girl in line, reading my favorite novel, whistling the song that's been stuck in my head all week and I think "wow, hey, maybe she's the one..." Now I think "that bitch's gonna take the last whole wheat everything bagel."
Robin:	You're just focused on work.
Ted:	No, it's more than that. I stopped believing. Not in some depressed-I'm-gonna-cry-during-my-toast way, not in a way I even noticed 'til tonight. It's just everyday, I think I believe a little less... And a little less... And a little less... And that... sucks. What do I do about that, Scherbatsky?
Robin:	You're Ted Moesby. You start believing again.
Ted:	In what? Destiny?
Robin:	Chemistry. If you have chemistry, you only need one other thing.
Ted:	What's that?
Robin:	Timing. But timing's a bitch.