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Robin: So, you didn't fire him?

Ted: I can't fire a guy on his birthday. Everyone would hate me. Besides, they put a party hat on me. My authority was compromised.

authority Œ ˆĐ compromise ‘Ă‹Ś‚ˇ‚é ‚‚Ż‚é

Barney: Oh, hey, Marshall. Have a seat. I know how much you love stools.

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Marshall: Thanks. Yeah, stools are better for your posture.

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Robin: And, uh... I... got you a rose.

Marshall: Thank you. That's so sweet. You guys are being... so sweet.

Barney: Hey, guys. Guess what I got. A new dart.

Robin: Oh, wow, a new dart.

Ted: Hey, that new dart is great.

Robin: I did not know you were such a fan of new dart, Barney.

Barney: Oh, yes, Robin, I just love new dart. Nude art.

Ted: Nude art.

Robin: Nude art.

Marshall: Okay, all right, so what, you guys found the painting, huh?

Lily: I knew this day would come.

Marshall: How did you know that?

Lily: Because I didn't hide it very well.

Narator: So the story on the painting is that,back in college, Lily wanted to do a nude study for her art class. Marshall wasn't so into the idea.

Marshall: Well, I just... don't think that some dude should drop trou just to pose for you.

trou ƒYƒ{ƒ“

Lily: It's for class, and it's just that weird kid Hunter from my freshman hall.

Marshall: The frisbee dude with the soul patch? He's like the hottest guy in school!

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Lily: No, he's actually a little husky...

Marshall: Oh, he's just huggable! And complicated... and a little bit of a jerk. Just enough so you think maybe you can change him.

huggable •ř‚Ť’÷‚ß‚˝‚­‚Č‚é‚悤‚Č

Lily: Okay, just forget it.

Marshall: Call me old-fashioned, I just think that I'm the only guy you should see naked.

Lily: Well, then you'll have to do it.

Marshall: Are you kidding me? What if somebody sees it?

Lily: We're not in high school anymore. People don't make fun of you for posing nude for a painting. We're adults now.

Barney: We totally saw your butt.

Marshall: This painting has caused too much grief already. I'm destroying it right now.

grief –ď‰î

Barney: Oh, no, what's the matter, Marshall?

Marshall: Where is it?

Barney: I'll tell you where it is if you'll answer these riddles three.

riddle “ď–â

Marshall: You hung it up in the bar, didn't you?

Barney: Yo, why you gotta ruin my riddles?

ruin `‚đ‘ä–ł‚ľ‚É‚ˇ‚é

Ted: Field trip!

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Barney: Oh, no. Someone put your painting up behind the bar. Classic! What a memorable prank.

prank ‚˘‚˝‚¸‚ç

Carl: Hey, Marshall. What'll you have?

Marshall: What'll I have? Um, I don't know, maybe a beer and that nude painting of me hanging behind the bar!

Carl: Ooh, I'm sorry, that painting's property of the bar.

Marshall: I know that Barney gave you that painting.

Carl: I don't know what you're talking about.

Marshall: Whatever he's paying you, I'll pay you double.

Carl: I doubt it.

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Marshall: Whatever he's paying you, I'll give you that plus ten bucks.

Carl: I doubt it.

Marshall: All right, you know what, Carl, you just lost yourself a regular customer.

Carl: I doubt it.

Marshall: This painting is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

Robin: Okay, where should we put it up next? In his law school? Ooh on the side of a bus. Oh, oh! How much do billboards cost?

Barney: Easy, Scherbatsky. Finesse. I've got a five-year rollout plan. I'll have you know that painting's got commitments all over the city. Then, after New York... Marshall runs to the painting, takes it and goes out yelling.

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Ted: One of my worst fears has come true-- I just saw Marshall grabbing himself naked. Well, I gotta go. Believe it or not, I have to go back to the office.

Robin: Oh, I'll go out with you. Bye, guys.

Lily: You know, I wish everyone didn't have to make fun of that painting.

Barney: Eh, we're not making fun of the painting, we're just making fun of Marshall. The painting's actually really great.

Lily: Are you serious?

Barney: Yeah.

Lily: Well, thank you. You know, seeing it again makes me miss painting nudes. What?

Barney: Paint me.

Lily: What?

Barney: Paint me.

Voice: Who's that? Who's out there?

Ted: Hammond, is that you?

Mr.Druthers: Mosby?

Narator: Druthers and I were alone in the office. If I was gonna fire him, this would be the best chance I'd ever have.

Mr.Druters: Uh, look, just a second, Ted.

Ted: Uh, no, I, I really need to talk to you. Look, there's no easy way to say... What, what are you doing?

Druthers: What are you doing?

Ted: I'm standing here wearing pants. Are you sleeping here? What's going on?

Mr.Druthers: Okay, fine, yes. Not that it's any of your business but my wife had a little spat a few weeks ago, and I've been sleeping here until she cools off.

spat ‚ł‚ł‚˘‚Č‚Ż‚ń‚Š

Ted: Okay, well, uh, you're right-- that is none of my business. Uh, look, there's no easy way to say this-- I...

Mr.Druthers: Who am I kidding? She's never gonna take me back.

Ted: It's okay.

Mr.Druthers: What did you want to say to me?

Ted: Happy birthday, buddy. So, you've been living at the office?

Mr.Druthers: Yes. I'm an architect without a home. You see the tragic irony in that?

tragic ”ߎS‚Č irony ”ç“÷

Ted: Yeah, I do.

Mr.Druthers: Cause I design homes.

Ted: I see it.

Mr.Druthers: But I don't have a home.

Ted: Not lost on me at all. But I don't understand, why don't you just go to a hotel? You could be sleeping on a mattress instead of... what appears to be torn-up drawings of my building.

Mr.Druthers: Why would I go to a hotel, when any second, she's going to call and tell me to come home. She's a very special lady, Ted. She's quite... mannish. She gives me what I need. Do you understand that?

mannish ’j‚Ý‚˝‚˘‚Č

Ted: Uh, no, I don't.

Mr.Druthers: If you were lost in the wilderness, she can provide for me.

wilderness ’j‚Ý‚˝‚˘‚Č

Ted: Well, that's the dream.

Mr.Druthers: I'm glad you came here tonight, Ted.

Ted: Me too, Hammond.

Mr.Druthers: Call me Ham.

Ted: No, thanks.

Mr.Druthers: Hammy D?

Ted: No, I think just Hammond.

Robin: So, I'm guessing you didn't fire him.

Ted: I was this close.

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