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Narator: Kids, this is a Thanksgiving story.

Narator: Thanksgiving in New York is a wonderful time. It's a time for giving of yourself, for thinking of your fellow man. A time when the unforgiving city becomes a little kinder.

giving of yourself É‚ľ‚Ý‚Č‚­ŽŠ•Ş‚đ‚ł‚ł‚°‚é fellowman lŠÔ“ŻŽm unforgiving —eŽÍ‚Ě‚Č‚˘ kinder eŘ

Lily: Well, I just ralphed.

ralph “f‚­

Robin: How much did you guys drink last night?

Ted: Not how much? What.

Barney: The Thanks-tini. A fun and delicious new novelty drink I invented. Cranberry juice, potato vodka and a bouillon cube. Tastes just like a turkey dinner.

novelty ’ż‚ľ‚˘‚ŕ‚́A•Ď‚í‚Á‚˝‚ŕ‚Ě invent `‚đ”­–ž‚ˇ‚éAlˆÄ‚ˇ‚éA‘ně‚ˇ‚é vodka ƒEƒIƒcƒJ bouillon ƒuƒCƒˆƒ“

Marshall: It's like Thanksgiving in my mouth.

Ted: You want a good holiday drink, try his Kwanzaa-politan.

Kwanzaa "a week-long celebration held in the United States and in other nations of the Western African diaspora in the Americas." cosmo politan ˘ŠEŽĺ‹`‚́AƒRƒXƒ‚ƒ|ƒŠƒ^ƒ“‚́A˘ŠEŠe’n‚̐lX‚Š‚ç‚Č‚éA‘S˘ŠE“I‚ȁA‘Ű“I‚ȁA‘S˘ŠE‚É•Ş•z‚ľ‚Ä‚˘‚é

Marshall: The shuttle's here!

Lily: He hasn't been back home to Minnesota since Christmas. He's a little excited.

Marshall: Baby, we're holding up the shuttle, do you have everything you need? Toothbrush, pajamas, underpants. Underpants.

hold up ˆř‚ŤŽ~‚ß‚é

Ted: So, Lil, Marshall's family. Whole weekend with the future in-laws, you excited?

Lily: Yeah, no, it'll be fun.

Robin: Lily, you just said, "yeah, no."

Lily: Did I? No, I, I love Marshall's family.

Robin,Ted: Oh.

Lily: But, yeah, no, it'll be great.

Ted: You just did it again.

Lily: Yeah, no, shut up.

Robin: Wait, so you're not going home for Thanksgiving.

Ted: No, I have to work on Friday. You?

Robin: I'm Canadian, remember? We celebrate Thanksgiving in October.

Ted: Oh, right, I forgot you guys are weird. You pronounce the word out, "oute"

pronounce ”­‰š‚ˇ‚é

Robin: You guys are the world's leader in handgun violence, your healthcare system is bankrupt and your country is deeply divided on almost every important issue.

bankrupt ”jŽY‚ł‚š‚éAs‚Ť‹l‚Ü‚ç‚š‚é divide `‚đ•Ş—ô‚ł‚š‚éAˆÓŒŠ‚đˆŮ‚É‚ł‚š‚é

Ted: Your cops are called Mounties.

Mounties ƒJƒiƒ_‚Ě‹R”nŒxŠŻ‚Ěˆ¤Ě

Robin: So, probably hanging out with Barney then?

Ted: No, Barney's got his own Thanksgiving tradition.

Barney: Thanksgiving in a strip club, who's in? The Lusty Leopard has a surprisingly good Thanksgiving buffet. Plus, they do this thing. Heather dresses up as a Pilgrim and Misty dresses up as an Indian, and they share a meal together.

Lusty ƒZƒNƒV[ Leopard ƒqƒ‡ƒE surprisingly ‹Á‚˘‚˝‚ą‚ƂɁAˆÓŠO‚É‚ŕ pilgrim „—çŽŇA—ˇl

Lily: Oh, Barney.

Barney: I'm sorry, Native American.

Ted: I think I'm gonna go to a homeless shelter, serve food.

Robin: That's awesome.

Ted: Yeah, I thought I'd just spend the day giving back, you know, doing some good.

Robin: Canceling out Barney.

Canceling out ‘ŠŽE‚ˇ‚é

Ted: Exactly.

Marshall: Where are all my underpants?

Lily: Did you check your suitcase?

Marshall: Let's go.

Narator: And go they went, all the way to St. Cloud, Minnesota, Marshall's hometown. And as Lily stepped into her fiance's boyhood home, she received a big welcome.

boyhood ­”NŽž‘ă

Marshall: Hello, we're home!

Narator: A very big welcome. You see, at 6-foot-4, Marshall was the runt of the Ericksen clan.

6'4ŕ193cm runt Ź‚ł‚ČŽqA‚ż‚Ń clan ˆę‰ĆAˆę‘°

Lily: Greate to see you. Hey, you, too.

Lily: Wow, I forgot how tall you guys are.

Mr.Ericksen: Where's my almost daughter-in-law?

Lily: Here I am.

Mr.Ericksen: Over here. You got yourself a great little bride here, son.

bride ‰Ô‰Ĺ

Mr.Ericksen: All right now, no farting around. Put your skates and your pads on, boys. Game on in five minutes.

fart around ‚Ô‚ç‚Ԃ玞‚đ‰ß‚˛‚ˇ

Lily: You gonna play hockey?

Mr.Ericksen: Hike, hut!

Lily: With a basketball?

Mr.Ericksen: Well, it's a combination of the two. We call it baskiceball.

Marshall: We invented it. It's the most dangerous and awesome sport in the world.

Lily: Bask-ice-ball? Not ice-ket-ball?

Mr.Ericksen: Ice-ket-ball? Just sounds weird.

Mr.Ericksens: Yeah.

Marcus: It's baskiceball, OK? And I'm the best.

Marshall: You wish.

you wish ”ç“÷‚Á‚Ű‚­”Ű’č‚ľ‚˝‚˘Žž‚ÉŽg‚¤ƒXƒ‰ƒ“ƒO

Lily: Oh, well maybe that's just 'cause you haven't seen me play.

Marshall: I don't know honey, it's not really a sport for a girl.

Lily: Well, that's funny because your brother throws like a girl.

Mrs.Ericksen: Marcus!

Robin: This is gonna be great.

Ted: I know. I'm so psyched we did this. Look at all these people, giving up their Thanksgiving to help their fello wman. These have gotta be the best people in New York.

psyched ‘Ň‚ż‚Ť‚ę‚Č‚˘‚Ů‚Ç‹ť•ą‚ľ‚Ä

Barney: Excuse me, guys. Coming through.

Ted: Barney?

Barney: Well, hi guys.

Ted: What are you doing here?

Barney: Oh, just the Lord's work.

Ted: But you're Satan.

Barney: Guys, OK, look, I don't advertise it, but I volunteer here. I think it's important to help the less fortunate. I'm the Angelina Jolie of incredibly hot guys.

Robin: This is a joke, right? You don't actually volunteer here.

Kendall: Barney, we need you out front. There is a logjam on the stuffing line. Can you show them how it's done?

logjam s‚Ť‹l‚Ü‚č

Barney: I'm on it.

Ted: Wait, so, this is real. Barney does this?

Kendall: Every Sunday, all year long. He's our best volunteer

all year long ˆę”N’†

Barney: That's because I was trained by the best, Kendall.

train `‚đ‚ľ‚Â‚Ż‚éA‹ł‚Śž‚ށA‹łˆç‚ˇ‚é

Ted: Anyway, uh, we're psyched to be here, Kendall. What do you need us to do?

Kendall: Go home, we're full.

Robin: What?

Ted: We're volunteers, we're unpaid help. Can you ever really have enough unpaid help?

Kendall: On the biggest volunteer day of the year, yeah, you can.

Robin: Come on, we just wanna help out.

Barney: Kendall, they're cool.

Kendall: Fine, but I'm not promising anything. Wait here, we'll let you know if we need you.

Barney: OK, well, I better get back out there. There's a lot of food to give out. And a lot of smiles.

give out Žx‹‹‚ˇ‚é

Mrs.Ericksen: Oh, I almost forgot. I know it's early but you are a future Mrs. Ericksen.

Lily: Thank you. It'll go great with my...I just love it.

Mrs.Ericksen: OK, Lily, we're putting you on salad duty.

duty E–ąA”C–ą

Lily: Oh, I make this great frisee and endive salad with a coriander lime vinaigrette.

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Pregnant Mrs.Ericksen: But this is an American holiday.

Mrs.Ericksen: Now that you're going to be a Mrs. Ericksen, I'm going to let you in on a secret recipe. The Ericksen family seven-layer salad.

Lily: Seven-layer salad?

Lily: Six cups of mayonnaise? That can't be right.

mayonnaise ƒ}ƒˆƒl[ƒY

Mrs.Ericksen: Oh no, dear, sixteen cups.

Mrs.Ericksen: Mayo's in that cabinet.

Marshall: Oh my God, there is some serious baskiceball going on out there. Dad totally nailed Marcus in the face with a snowball, which is a foul because you only get one snowball per possession, so I nailed him in the shin with my skate and then I totally dunked it.

shin ‚ˇ‚Ë

Mr.Ericksen: Yeah, you were sitting pretty until I whacked you with that mallet.

whack ‹­‘Ĺ‚ˇ‚é mallet –Ř’Ć

Mr.Ericksen: Hey Gorgeous!

Marshall: You having fun?

Lily: Yeah, but I kinda miss you. Could you stay in here for a little bit?

Marshall: Yeah, yeah yeah, no problem, it's halftime.

Mr.Ericksen: Oh, halftime's over. Get yours butts out here, come on.

Marvin: And I hope you like the taste of skate, dorko.

A lame way to insult someone. It's basically calling someone a dork except you don't come off as insulting.

Lily: Go.

Marshall: Thanks baby.

Marshall: Oh, isn't this great? Can't you see why everybody from my high school stays in this town?

Marshall: Hey Marvin, you're the dorko, dorko!

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