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Robin: A little to the left, Marshall. Lily, squat down.

squat down ‚ľ‚á‚Ş‚Ţ

Marshall: This is gonna be a slaughter. None of these other costumes even come close to ours.

slaughter ‘ĺ‹sŽE ŠŽ”s

Lily: Take the damn picture.

Robin: Got it.

Marshall: I still think we should have won as Sonny and Cher. Maybe if I had worn that red dress. Ha! If I could turn back time.

Robin: Wow, this sundae looks so good I could eat the whole thing.

Robin: But, um, I would much rather share this small, one-scoop sundae with you, Mike.

Marshall: Apple tart, excellent choice, Lilypad.

Lily: Thanks, Marshmallow.

Robin: Well, let's dig in, Mi... Mi... Microwave Oven.

Barney: Let me guess. Every guy's used the lei-edd line on you tonight.

Hula Girl: You wouldn't believe.

Barney: I apologize for my gender. Let me make it up to you. Make you a drink.

make it up to you –„‚ߍ‡‚í‚š‚ˇ‚é

Hula Girl: You certainly are a charming devil.

Barney: I'm also a horny devil. Yeah.

horny q”Ú‘­r—~î‚ľ‚˝

Hula Girl: No.

Barney: Oh, go to hell.

Mike: You know, if you guys like tiramisu, we found this little Italian place...

Robin: No, you found it. I came with you. But go on.

Mike: I'm just saying we love tiramisu.

Robin: I cannot get enough of it.

Mike: We're crazy for the stuff.

Robin: I'm crazy and you're crazy for tiramisu.

Mike: We love tiramisu. Am I wrong in saying that.?

Robin: No, no, no, I mean it just sounds a little bit weird, doesn't it? We love tiramisu. Is it really a group activity, loving tiramisu? Right?

Marshall: So this Italian place? How's their cannoli?

cannoli ƒJƒm[ƒŠ ƒCƒ^ƒŠƒA‚Ě‚¨‰ŮŽq

Robin: Easy there, hungry.

Mike: Yeah, looks like we're both hungry.

Robin: Hey, is that Gary Oldman?

Mike: Wait, where?

Mike: I don't see...

Robin: Brain freeze.

Barney: OK Victoria's Secret party right now.

Ted: Nope.

Barney: Come on, I can't stand to watching my delusional friend waste another precious Halloween. Ted the Slutty Pumpkin is not coming.

delusional –Ď‘z‚Ě

Ted: She might.

Barney: Oy.

Ted: Come on, Barney, this is not about the odds, It's about believing. This girl, she represents something to me, I don't know, hope.

Barney: Wow. I did not understand a word you just said. Lingerie models on a boat!

Ted: See ya.

Barney: No, see ya. Ow.

Robin: Wanna drink the melty part?

Mike: You know what, it's getting late. I think I'm gonna take off.

Robin: Hey, I thought we were gonna follow those bread crumbs back to my place, Hansel

Mike: Robin, I don't get the sense you like being with me.

get a sense of `‚đŠ´‚śŽć‚é

Robin: I like being with you.

Mike: Not as much as you like being alone. You like eating your own food, sleeping in your own bed, doing your own crosswords.

Robin: Well, who uses ink? Sorry. OK, I'm a bit set in my ways. That doesn't mean that this won't work.

Mike: Actually, it kind of does.

Robin: Wait, are we breaking up?

Mike: We aren't breaking up. I'm breaking up with you.

Narrator: And then just when I was about to lose hope.

Ted: She spent a year in Antarctica studying penguins.

Narrator: Kahlua, root beer, could this penguin be the Slutty Pumpkin?

Ted: Uh, excuse me, this is gonna sound crazy, but I met someone up on this roof four years ago and they mixed that cocktail and they loved penguins. By any chance, was that you? It's you. I was crazy but I can't...

By any chance ‚ŕ‚ľ‚Š‚ľ‚Ä

Barney: You are such a loser. Come on, I came back for you, Ted. I penguin-suited up to show you the error of your ways. And to score hula girl's number. Check and check.

scorek—‚đl•¨‚É‚ˇ‚é

Ted: Unbelievable.

Barney: Yes, it is.

Hula Girl: Wait a minute. You're that lame army guy.

Barney: What? No no, that's some other guy and he was a kick-ass fighter pilot

kick-assq”Ú‘­rŠiD‚˘‚˘AƒN[ƒ‹‚Č

Hula Girl: I cannot believe I gave you my number

Barney: Yeah, well, you did, thanks.

Hula girl: Well, give it back.

Barney: Uh, I don't think so. I earned it fair and square. I'm calling you.

fair and square Œö–žł‘ĺ‚ȁA•sł‚Ě‚Č‚˘

Hula Girl: But I'm never gonna go out with you.

Barney: But how will you know it's me? I'm a master of disguise. Yeah.

disguise •Ď‘•

Ted: Nice.

Barney: Come on, Ted, Victoria's Secret party now. Let's go.

Ted: I'm staying.

Barney: Fine. Fine.

Ted: What are you doing?

Barney: I'm flippering you off.

Lily: Sweetie, I'm so sorry.

Robin: Seriously it's not a big deal. He wanted to be a 'we,' and I wanted to be an 'I'. Dudes are such chicks. You guys, I'm fine.

Carl: Ladies and gentlemen, the results are in. And the winners of this year's costume contest are Lily Aldrin as a parrot and Marshall Eriksen as a gay pirate.

Marshall: Oh yeah!

Marshall: Wait. What did he say?

Lily: Oh, who cares, Marshall? We won!

Marshall: Gay pirate, where are you getting that from?

Carl: Dude, you're wearing eye liner.

Marshall: OK, I just want everybody here to know that I'm not a gay pirate. I have sex with my parrot all the time. That came out wrong. Oh yeah, it doesn't matter! We won!

That came out wrong •Ď‚Č‚ą‚ĆŒž‚Á‚Ä come out `‚Ć‚˘‚¤Œ‹‰Ę‚É‚Č‚é

Lily: I love you, Marshmallow.

Marshall: I love you too, Lilypad.

Robin: You guys, let me get a picture.

Robin: I had a feeling I'd find you here.

Ted: Hey. If you're here for the Shagarats, you just missed the fourth encore.

Robin: I never played any team sports

Ted: Are we playing 'I never' cuz there's nothing left but peach schnapps.

Robin: I played tennis in high school. You know why? Because it was just me out there. I couldn't even stand playing doubles. I just got dumped.

Ted: Man, that sucks.

Robin: Yeah, it's OK. I wasn't that into him. Story of my life. Everyone else is off falling in love and acting stupid and goofy and sweet and insane, but not me. Why don't I want that more? I want to want that. Am I wired wrong or something?

goofy ‚Ć‚ń‚܂ȁA‚¨‚ë‚Š‚ȁA‚΂Š‚Č insane ‚΂Š‚°‚˝A‹đ‚Š‚Č

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Ted: No. Look, you didn't want to be with me so clearly you have abysmal taste in men.

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Ted: But you're wired just fine.

Robin: Well, what if I'm just a cold person? Tonight, Mike was willing to look like a complete idiot for me, but I couldn't be Gretel. Why can't I be Gretel?

Ted: Because you just haven't met the right Hansel yet. One day you're gonna meet a guy who's gonna make you wanna look like a complete idiot.

Robin: Really?

Ted: Yeah, he's out there somewhere, just like the Slutty Pumpkin. pumpkin-pumpkin...

Robin: How do you do this, Ted? How do you sit out here all night on the roof in the cold and still have faith your pumpkin's gonna show up.

Ted: Well, I'm pretty drunk. Look, I know that odds are the love of my life isn't gonna magically walk through that door in a pumpkin costume at 2:43 in the morning but it seems as nice a spot as any to just, you know, sit and wait.

Robin: Scooch.

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