Timing's a Bitch

Ted Mosby: 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: "I just know that bitch is going to take the last whole wheat everything bagel."

Robin Scherbatsky: You've just been focused on work.

Ted Mosby: 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 until tonight. It's just, every day I think I... believe a little less, and a little less, and a little less, and that sucks. What do I about that, Scherbatsky?

Robin Scherbatsky: You're Ted Mosby. You start believing again.

Ted Mosby: In what? Destiny?

Robin Scherbatsky: Chemistry. You got chemistry, you only need one other thing.

Ted Mosby: What's that?

Robin Scherbatsky: Timing. But timing's a bitch.