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How I met your mother ƒV[ƒYƒ“2yŒ´‘čzThe Scorpion and the Toad

Narator: Marshall and Lily have together for nine wonderful years until she dumped him and ran off to San Francisco. The healing process was taking a long time. Then, one night he made a giant leap forward.

leap forward –ôi‚ˇ‚é

Robin: Alright, see you guys later.

Ted: I'll walk you out.

Marshall: See ya.

Barney: You just checked out Robin's ass.

Marshall: What? No. I... Barney, I was...

Barney: Dude, that's awesome! You're finally forgetting about that short redhead.

Marshall: Lily.

Barney: Yes, Lily, thank you. That was gonna drive me crazy all night. Hey, Ted! Marshall's just checked out your girlfriend's ass.

Marshall: I did not Ted...

Ted: Awesome! You're finally getting better.

Barney: This is the moment I've been waiting for. Starting tonight, I'm gonna teach you how to live. Ted, you're out of chance, Marshall's in.

I've been waiting for this moment ‚ą‚̏uŠÔ‚đ‚¸‚Á‚Ć‘Ň‚Á‚Ä‚˘‚˝

Ted: Yes!

Marshall: Oh, God!

Barney: Marshall, being a single guy in New York city is like... Pfff... What does everybody like?

Marshall: Candy.

Barney: Yeah! It's like being in a candy store. You just walk right in and grab yourself some Whoppers. Yeah. Is Whoppers the best ones?

Whoppers ƒ`ƒ‡ƒR‰ŮŽqi¤•i–źj

Ted: Mounds.

Barney: Milk Duds.

Ted: Gobstoppers.

Barney: Um...

Narator: This went on for another hour. I'll just skip to the end.

Ted: Dubble Bubbles.

Barney: Nice! Marshall, we're doing this. I am not taking no for an answer.

Marshall: Fine.

Ted: Hey Robin. Marshall checked out your ass.

Marshall: Ted, what is wrong with you?

Robin: He checked out my ass? Hey, tell him thanks. I felt like I was having a bad ass day. Cool. See ya.

Robin: Lily.

Lily: It is a great ass.

Narator: None of us had seen Lily in three months. There were so many unanswered questions, so many things to say.

Robin: Your hair is adorable!

Lily: Thank you!

Narator: Meanwhile, Barney was taking Marshall out to meet women for the first time since he was 17.

Meanwhile ‚ť‚ĚŠÔ‚ĚŽžŠÔ ‚ť‚Ěˆę•ű‚Ĺ

Barney: Hi. Have you met Marshall?

Woman: Hi.

Marshall: Hi. Look how sweaty my hands are! It's weird, right? Uh, sweat. Like this... Smelly water coming out of your skin. It was nice meeting you.

Smelly ˆŤL‚đ•ú‚Â

Barney: I-I-I Hate to interrupt but, uh... Do you like magic?

Woman: Umm... I guess. Oh my God!

Barney: Dude, you were awesome last night. You were charming, you were funny. You were totally working that girl.

Marshall: You went home with her!

Barney: Yes, I did. But she told me that if it wasn't for me you would've had a shot with her. So in hypothetical terms, you scored last night! All right! Hypothetical high five! Nice! Tonight, we're gonna go to the bar...

have a shot ŽŔŒť‚ˇ‚é‰Â”\Ť‚Ş‚ ‚é

Marshall: Barney, no, I'm not going out with you ever again.

Barney: Come on! I'll teach you all my strategies!

Marshall: Oh, really?

Barney: My favorite, number seven. Create a mystery about yourself. That way, they become so intrigued that they have to hang out with you all night.

intrigue ‚Ě‹ť–Ą‚đˆř‚Ť•t‚Ż‚é

Marshall: Oh, come on. Does that really work?

Barney: Maybe it does and maybe it doesn't.

Marshall: Dammit that's intriguing! OK, I'm in.

Robin: You've gotta hear this.

Ted: You will not believe what just happened.

Robin: You go first.

Ted: I find a 1939 penny on the subway. Just imagine the history this little copper guy's seen...

Robin: Lily is back in town.

Ted: And you let me go first?! Have you seen her?

Robin: Uh, yeah. I actually went apartment hunting with her today.

Ted: How is she doing?

Robin: You're not gonna like it.

Lily: I am doing great. This summer, best thing ever. San Francisco is so happening right now.

Ted: She's happy? Marshall had the worst summer of his life and she's happy. And I suppose her art program was fulfilling or whatever.

fulfilling [ŽŔ‚ľ‚˝

Lily: Oh, the art program, best thing ever.

Man: Oh my God, this is your best work. In all my years teaching, I've never seen anything so... Needless to say, this is art! I can't teach you anything.

Needless •s•K—v‚Č

Lily: But the best part of SF - oh that's what we call San Francisco - the people. Even just riding around on the bus all summer, it was like a human tapestry.

Man 1: Hi, I'm Mike. I'm a Buddhist monk slash adventure writer travel.

Woman: I'm Paula. I sing in a punk band for children. Yeah!

Man 2: I'm Dan. I'm a neurosurgeon. You are stunning, by the way.

neurosurgeon _ŒoŠO‰Čˆă

Robin: Wow, I am so happy for you.

Ted: Oh, she's such a... godda... God! After what she did to Marshall, she should come back here devastated. Crawling over the broken glass of her own shame and regret.

devastated ”ńí‚ɃVƒ‡ƒbƒN‚Ŕ߂ľ‚˘

Robin: You never chose sides. I respect that.

choose sides 2‘g‚É•Ş‚Š‚ę‚é

Ted: She's unbelievable! Unbelievable!

Marshall: Unbelievable? What's unbelievable?

Ted: Uh, listen Marshall...

Robin: Ted found a penny on the subway and it's old and that's interesting.

Marshall: Way to go.

Way to go ‚ć‚­‚â‚Á‚˝I

Ted: OK, first of all, that is interesting. Second, we have to tell him.

Robin: No, we don't. He's just starting to get better. Going out with Barney. How do you think he'll feel when he hears Lily's moved on?

Ted: She's moved on?

Robin: Well, it happens. I've fallen out of love faster than that before. Sometimes, boom, with no warning whatsoever. One day we're in love, the next day, he's dead to me. But we're great! Honey?

whatsoever ‚Ç‚ń‚Č‚ŕ‚Ě‚Ĺ‚ ‚ę

Barney: Let's review Barney's rules for mating without dating. Lesson two:corollary five.

mate Œđ”ö‚ˇ‚é corollary Œn

Marshall: Make a beautiful woman feel self-conscious and unattractive and she'll be putty in your hands.

self-conscious ŽŠˆÓŽŻ‚Ě unattractive –Ł—Í‚Ě‚Č‚˘ putty l‚ĚŒž‚˘‚Č‚č‚É‚Č‚él

Barney: Excellent. Have you chosen your entree.

Marshall: I have. A sweet brunette, eight o'clock. Nine o'clock. Ten; thirty. She's walking to the bar.

brunette ƒ_[ƒNƒuƒ‰ƒEƒ“‚Ě”Ż‚̏—Ť

Barney: Her? Really? No, you're right. Ambition is the enemy of success. OK, hit it.

Ambition –ěS

Marshall: Hey four-eyes. You got astigmatism or something? I'm sorry, I was trying to be playful but I just got out of a lonf relationship. I have no idea what I'm doing! I'm Marshall.

astigmatism —Ž‹ lonf

Girl: Hi Marshall. Amy. Don't worry, I've been there. Hold on.

Barney: Nice recovery. I think it's working.

Marshall: Um, Amy, this is my friend Barney. Barney, this is Amy.

Amy: Hey Barney, nice to meet you.

Barney: Hi. Amy, do you like... magic?

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