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Barney: Nice try, buddy.

Lily: Good hustle out there.

Good hustle out there –ł—‚ɖ󂡕K—v‚Í‚Č‚˘‚Ż‚ǁA—Ç‚˘“Ž‚Ť‚ž‚Á‚˝‚ć‚Ć‚Š‚Á‚ÄŠ´‚ś

Marshall: Look at the bright side. At least you got some closure. She's made her choice and you can finally move on.

birght side •¨Ž–‚Ě–ž‚邢–Ę closure ‹ćŘ‚č

Ted: Screw that. This ain't over.

Marshall: Ted, you sat here in this very booth and you said...

Ted: I don't care what I said. This is gonna happen. She can't say it's not meant to be. It is meant to be, and you know why? 'Cause I mean it to be.

Lily: Unpause?

Marshall: Unpause.

Narator: Let's pause. See, Marshall and Lily had a rule that at any point during a fight they could pause and take a break. Their fights often lasted for days.

Marshall: A painting fellowship?

Lily: I was never going to take it.

Marshall: In California?

Lily: I was never going to take it.

Barney: Ted, she is going on that camping trip. Dude, barring some act of God, Robin's gonna be with Sandy this weekend.

barring `‚Ş‚Č‚Ż‚ę‚Î

Ted: Fine. If an act of God is what it takes, then an act of God it is.

Barney: What are you talking about?

Ted: I'm gonna make it rain. I can't let Robin go camping with this guy. So how do I keep that from happening? Simple... I make it rain!

Barney: Ted, do you want me to slap you again? 'Cause I kind of enjoyed it the first time.

Ted: Look, I-I might be crazy right now... No, you know what? I am definitely crazy right now, but I have a plan. That girl you used to go out with, Penelope, wasn't she getting her PhD in Native American culture?

PhD =Doctor of Philosophy

Barney: Yeah.

Ted: Are you still in touch with her?

Barney: Sure. I mean, even though we stopped having sex, we still get together, like, once a month to chat and catch up, and of course I'm not in touch with her!

Ted: Well, you're gonna need to get in touch with her. She's gonna teach me how to do a rain dance.

Barney: Did you just say a "rain dance"?

Ted: Yes.

Barney: A rain dance.

Ted: Yes.

Barney: A dance to make it rain.

Ted: Yes. We're finding Penelope!

Barney: No, we are not!

Ted: Yes, we are!

Barney: Ted, you're forcing me to be the voice of reason, and it's not a good look for me!

the voice of reason —ÇŽŻ

Penelope: Why the hell should I help you?

Barney: Come on, I know it didn't work out between us, but we did... have a relationship.

Penelope: We had sex twice in your car, and then you dumped me. How is that a relationship?

Barney: Twice!

Penelope: Barney, there is no way...

Barney: Shh!

Penelope: Seriously, come on.

Ted: Penelope, I really need to make it rain this weekend.

Penelope: Why?

Ted: There's this girl...

Penelope: "There's this girl." You know, the traditional rain dance is a sacred prayer to nature. I don't think the Great Spirit looks too kindly on white dudes who co-opt it to get laid.

co-opt ‘Io‚ˇ‚é

Ted: Penelope, this is the girl I love. If it doesn't rain this weekend, she's gonna end up with the wrong guy. Please.

Penelope: This wrong guy, is he a huge jackass?

Ted: Absolutely.

Penelope: Kind of like Barney?

Ted: Kind of.

Barney: Hey.

Penelope: You hit on my mom!

Barney: We weren't exclusive!

exclusive ŒđŰ‘ŠŽč‚đŒŔ’股‚él

Penelope: I'm in.

Narator: And so the three of us headed up to the roof of my building. On top of the roof of Ted's building.

Penelope: Okay. Crouch down and bend over a little bit.

Crouch down ‚Š‚Ş‚Ţ bend over ‘O‚Š‚Ş‚Ý‚É‚Č‚é

Barney: Wow, it took five shots of tequila to get you in that position.

Penelope: I will throw you off this roof.

Barney: There's so much of your mom in you.

Robin: And she's been throwing up ever since.

throw up šq“f‚ˇ‚é

Veterinary: So how'd she manage to eat so much chocolate?

Robin: Remember that guy, Ted, that I was telling you about? Well, I came home and I found him waiting in my apartment with a string quartet and roses and chocolates...

Veterinary: Oh, that's so sweet.

Robin: Okay, yes, it's sweet in theory, but isn't it also kind of crazy? I mean, a string quartet in my living room... who does that?

Veterinary: Nobody does that.

Robin: Exactly.

Veterinary: No, honey... nobody does that. But I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic. I'm gonna put my hand up your dog now.

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