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Narator: Kids, never underestimate the power of destiny. Because when you least expect it, the littlest thing can cause a ripple effect that changes your life.

ripple ‚ł‚´”g‚𗧂Ăé

Robin: That security guard was a little bit handsy.

handsy ‘źl‚ɂׂ˝‚ׂ˝G‚é

Ted: That's funny. She barely touched me. Uh, Gate 23. Come on. If we miss this flight, I will never forgive myself.

Narator: Why was this flight so important? Let's back up a few months to the fall of 2006. I had just sold my first building design and become the youngest project manager in my firm's history. Suddenly I was being headhunted. One firm was even considering me to run their entire New York office. They were flying me in for a final interview at their corporate headquarters in Chicago. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. It was my destiny. There was just one problem.

opportunity of a lifetime “ń“x‚Ć‚Č‚˘D‹@

Ted: Hi, wait, two more.

Woman: Sorry, you're too late, I already shut the doors.

Ted: Well, I'm sure if we pull real hard we can open them.

Woman: Hmm, I wish it worked like that, but see, once I close those doors, that's it. Nobody else is allowed down that jet-way. Except for that guy.

Ted: Please, if-if I miss this flight, I'll miss the chance to interview for my dream job.

Woman: I'm sorry, sir.

Robin: His dream job! Didn't you ever have a dream job? Something from when you were a little girl, that was all you wanted to do? I mean, for God's sakes, I'm sure you didn't go to bed at night dreaming about being a... I mean, uh... This is a cool job.

for God's sake ˆęś‚Ě‚¨Šč‚˘‚ž‚Š‚ç

Ted: Please, I have to be on this flight.

Woman: I'll see what I can do. But it doesn't look good.

Ted: Thanks.

Robin: Your uniforms are pretty.

Woman: Okay. They haven't armed the doors yet, so you still have a chance. It's up to the captain now and they're calling us back.

Ted: Great, please let us know as soon as you hear anything.

Woman: Sure, and for the future, we recommend you arrive at the airport an hour and a half before your flight, not, you know, one minute after.

Ted: Normally, I'm incredibly responsible. I just had to go to court this morning and get sentenced. Not that I'm a criminal or anything.

Rubin: Yeah, he just jumped a subway turnstile.

Woman: You seem to have a lot of problems with the rules of travel. Hello? Oh, that is great news. It's my mom-- she found her missing earring. Have a seat. I'll call you when I hear something. Where was it?

Ted: That thing better have call waiting.

Robin: Could you just call the firm and explain what happened?

Ted: It's down to three people and I know they need to make their decision today. I sort of feel my not showing up might put me at a disadvantage. I'm so stupid. Why did I have to jump that turnstile?

down to you ‚ ‚Č‚˝‚Ě‚š‚˘A‚ ‚Č‚˝‚Ě‚¨‚Š‚° disadvantage •s—˜‚Č—§ę

Robin: Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. And isn't this whole thing really Barney's fault?

Narator: She had a point. It was kind of Barney's fault. Let's back up a few months.

Robin: Oh, Marshall, how's the broken toe?

Marshall: Oh, man, it kills.

Lily: You want some aspirin, baby?

Marshall: You know I don't believe in pain killers.

Ted: Wow, your first broken bone. Kind of kills your whole "Unbreakable" theory.

Lily: Marshall used to think he was indestructible.

indestructible ”j‰ó‚Ĺ‚Ť‚Č‚˘

Marshall: Well, it added up. I've never broken anything. I've never been sick, and when I need to, I can summon incredible strength. Ted, tell her the story of the really heavy door.

add up to Œ‹‹Ç`‚ĆŒž‚¤Œ‹‰Ę‚É‚Č‚é summon ŒÄ‚яW‚ß‚é

Ted: There was a really heavy door. He opened it.

Marshall: On one pull.

Robin: Well, you must be really bummed, you're not gonna be able to run tomorrow.

bummed ‚Ş‚Á‚Š‚č‚ľ‚˝

Marshall: Yeah. It sucks, all that work I put in training for the marathon was a total waste.

Barney: Training for a marathon.

Marshall: What?

Barney: You don't need to train for a marathon. You just run it.

Marshall: You're kidding, right?

Barney: Not at all. I could run a marathon anytime I wanted to.

Marshall: So like tomorrow, you think you could wake up, roll out of bed, and just run the New York City Marathon?

Barney: Absolutely.

Robin: Barney, we're talking about 42 kilometers.

Ted: Thanks, Canada. I'll take it from here. Barney, it's like 26 miles.

Barney: Here's how you run a marathon. Step one, you start running. There is no step two.

Marshall: Okay, you know what? Prove it. Take my number and run in my place. I will bet you 50 bucks you don't even finish the race.

Barney: 50 bucks? Gee, Grandpa, if I win, maybe I can buy myself an ice-cream cone. Make it $10,000.

Marshall: You have a gambling problem. You'll bet me 50.

Barney: Fine, then no bet. Okay, $50.

Narator: The next morning, as the marathon began, we were focused on Marshall's computer.

Marshall: Each runner gets a tracking chip so you can follow them online, see when they pass certain checkpoints. Barney's got mine in his shoe.

Robin: Ooh, he's starting!

Marshall: This ought to be good. Wow. He's already passing the second checkpoint.

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Lily: This tracking thing is amazing. When we get married, you're getting one of these.

Robin: Wow. Look at his time. It's pretty impressive.

Marshall: He's gotta be cheating, okay. He knew we'd check.

cheating •słsˆ×

Ted: Yeah, he'll do anything to win a bet. Remember that time he bet me that Men at Work sang "Hungry Like the Wolf," and when he found out that they didn't, he tried to hire them to?

Marshall: Well, it looks like, "Barney" should be coming over the Queensboro Bridge and up First Avenue within the next hour or so. But... there is no way that that's really him.

Marshall: It's really him.

Lily: Hey! That's mine. Yeah, you'd better run!

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