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Ted: Hello again.

Sarah: I'm glad you came down. I would prefer to say this to you in person.

Ted: Go ahead, Sarah, you can tell me anything.

Sarah: You have a basal cell carcinoma.

basal cell Šî’ę×–E carcinoma ‚Ş‚ńA‚Ş‚ńŽî

Ted: Anything else?

Sarah: Your mole. The biopsy came back. It's not life-threatening, but we should excise the rest of it.

biopsy ƒoƒCƒIƒvƒV[Aś‘ĚŒŸ¸ life-threatening –˝‚ÉŠÖ‚í‚é excise Řœm“Eon‚ˇ‚é

Ted: Wait, then you're still getting married.

Sarah: Of course I'm still getting married.

Ted: But we're a 9.6.

Sarah: Excuse me.

Ted: OK, I, I went to Love Solutions and I saw on Ellen Pierce's computer that you and I are a 9.6. Your fiance's only an 8.5.

Sarah: You looked at my file.

Ted: I had to. You're my only match. Aren't you even a little curious? The woman who set you up with your fiance thinks we're a better match.

Sarah: I am getting married on Saturday.

Ted: Summer breeze...

Sarah: Ted.

Ted: Look, don't you think you're being a little impulsive marrying a guy you just met a few months ago?

impulsive Ő“Ž“I‚Č

Sarah: Don't you think it's a little impulsive for you to proposition an engaged woman you don't even know?

impulsive Ő“Ž“I‚Č proposition kƒZƒbƒNƒX‚đ–Ú“I‚Ć‚ľ‚āl—U‚˘‚Š‚Ż‚éAƒiƒ“ƒp‚ˇ‚é

Ted: See, we're both impulsive. We're perfect for each other.

Sarah: Ted, just calm down.

Ted: Calm down! You're my only match! There was a computer and there were 8 fish in the sea full of lesbians.

Sarah: Ted, Ted, do you honestly believe deep down that there is no one else out there for you just because some computer says so.

deep down ‰œ’ę

Ted: Didn't used to. There was math, I got confused.

Didn't used to Ě‚Í‚ť‚¤‚ž‚Á‚˝‚Ż‚ǍĄ‚͈Ⴄ‚́I

Sarah: Love isn't a science. You can't calculate a feeling. When you fall in love with someone, 8.5 equals a perfect 10.

Ted: You're right.

Sudeep: If this thing is what you say it is, it could be huge for my career.

Marshall: Brace yourself, dude. This is gonna blow your mind hold.

Brace yourself ‹C‚đ‚ľ‚Á‚Š‚讝‚ blow your mind ‚Ć‚Ä‚ŕ‚ˇ‚˛‚Š‚Á‚˝A‚Ń‚Á‚­‚č‚ľ‚˝

Sudeep: You bastard, I actually got excited about this.

Marshall: What?

Sudeep: It's empty.

Marshall: Wait, but if it's not here, that means...Lily.

Lily: Robin.

Robin: What?

Robin: Oh my God. It's real.

Lily: Oh, is it? Do something.

Lily: What the hell was that? You trying to get it drunk?

Robin: It was the only thing I could think of.

Marshall: Lily thank God.

Marshall: Lily, I love you.

Marshall: Robin, open the window!

Robin: It can fly. Lily,

Marshall: Wow.

Marshall: Be free, mutant beast. I'll miss this private war of ours. I grew to admire your tenacious...Oh my God, it's headed this way.

tenacious ŽˇX‚ȁAŠć‹­‚Č admire k”ç“÷‚đž‚ß‚Äl`‚É‚Í‹°‚ę“ü‚éA`‚Ć‚ÍŠ´S‚ˇ‚é

Ted: Hi Ellen. I think I want my money back.

Ellen: I'm a failure. I'm all washed up. I tried everything, Ted. I widened the search parameters. I tweaked the program. Last night, I stood out on the street for five hours showing your photo to random pedestrians, no takers. Although this transvestite hooker said he/she would do you for half price because you kind of look like John Cusack and his/her favorite movie was Say Anything.

washed up Ž¸”s‚ɏI‚í‚éA‘Ę–Ú‚É‚Č‚éAŹŒ÷‚ĚŒŠž‚Ý‚Ş‚Č‚˘AkSg‚ށl‚Ú‚ë‚Ú‚ë‚É‚Č‚é widen Šg‘傡‚é tweak ”÷’˛Žmƒ}ƒCƒi[ƒ`ƒFƒ“ƒWn‚ˇ‚é stand out ’Ę‚č‚É—§‚ pedestrian •ŕsŽŇ taker ‰ž‚ś‚él transvestite ˆŮŤ‚Ě•ž‘•‚đ‚ˇ‚él hooker ”„t•w

Ted: Come on, Ellen, I mean, A pint of ice cream? Isn't that a bit of a cliche?

pint ƒpƒCƒ“ƒg 1/2ƒNƒI[ƒg

Ellen: It's for the bourbon.

Ted: This isn't hopeless. You're gonna find someone for me.

Ellen: No, I won't. You're gonna die alone.

Ted: I'm not gonna die alone. Look at me. I'm bright, I'm attractive. You just have to get back out there and keep looking.

bright ‰őŠˆ‚ȁAŒł‹C‚Ě‚˘‚˘

Ellen: No, you're never gonna find anybody. And every year, you're just getting older and it's getting harder and harder.

Ted: You're being ridiculous. I'm gonna be up on that wall one of these days.

ridiculous ‚΂Š‚°‚˝A‚¨‚Š‚ľ‚ȁAŠŠŒm‚Č be up on ‚ć‚­’m‚Á‚Ä‚˘‚é ’Ę‚ś‚Ä‚˘‚é wall •Â˝‚ˇ‚é one of these days ‹ß‚˘‚¤‚ż‚É put ‚ŞČ—Ş‚ł‚ę‚Ä‚é‚Ě‚Š‚ȁH "I'm gonna put up on that wall one of these days" ‹ß‚˘‚¤‚ż‚É‚ť‚̕ǂɎʐ^‚Ş“\‚ç‚ę‚Ä‚é‚Ĺ‚ľ‚傤B‚Ý‚˝‚˘‚ČŠ´‚ś‚ŠH

Ellen: No you won't.

Ted: Yes I will

Ellen: How do you know?

Ted: I don't know, but I believe. Hell, if a cockroach and a mouse can find love in this crazy city, then dammit, so can I.

Ellen: You're losing me.

You're losing me ‚ć‚­‚í‚Š‚ç‚Č‚˘B‚ŕ‚¤ˆę“x‚˘‚Á‚Ä—~‚ľ‚˘

Ted: Point is, something good is going to happen to me. Maybe your computer will help, maybe it won't, but it'll happen.

Ellen: So I should keep looking?

Ted: Of course you should. And now you're gonna do it for free.

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