BARNEY: ...so then I says, "No, I want PLAID pants!
"You know what plaid is? You know what PLAID is?
"It's PLAID!"
BARNEY: The secretary-general just LOOKED at me. You know that guy's got eyes could MELT a STEAM-SHOVEL.
"Barney," he say, "Times are tough. You think everyone don't want plaid pants? But we got to RATION them trousers, Barney.
"Some of us...we got to SACRIFICE."
Then, in the middle of the crowded hall, I KID you not...
--took off his grandaddy's very own plaid pants. Handed 'em RIGHT over to me.
"Fer YOU," he says, "and fer the UNION."
BARNEY: Class act, that one. CLASS A-PLUS ACT all the way to the bay.
FRED: Barney, I asked where you wanted to have LUNCH.
BARNEY: I'M GETTING TO THAT
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