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Narator: When the marriage approched, some weird stuff started happening.

Lily: Why does my stomach hurt?

Marshall: I'm sorry, baby. I ate a bunch of ice cream earlier today.

Lily: Oh, baby, you know we're lactose-intolerant.

intolerant Š°—e‚Ĺ‚Č‚˘

Robin: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Are you suggesting that when one of you feels something, the other feels it, too?

Barney: Oh, God, you guys are so codependent.

codependent ‹¤ˆË‘ś‚Ě

Lily: No, we're not.

Ted: Oh, really? What about the other day?

Lily: Oh, I need to get some eggs.

Marshall: Oh, I'll come with you.

Marshall: Just because we like spending time together doesn't mean we're codependent.

Barney: Really? Then whatever happened to your plan of spending the last two weeks before your wedding sleeping apart?

Marshall: Okay, we decided not to do that because of...

Lily: Logistics. Wedding logistics.

Marshall: Frickin' logistics, man. They mess everything up.

Ted: You didn't do it because you couldn't do it.

Marshall: Sure we could.

Robin: Then why don't you? You can stay with me.

Lily: It would make our wedding night more special.

Marshall: Okay, let's do it.

Lily: Done.

Marshall: I'm gonna go grab a beer.

Lily: I'll come with you. No. I'll stay.

Lily: Okay, I know. You know? I got to go. Good-bye. My mom's driving me cra.... God, you guys are covered in sauce. We'll get to that me first. My mom is driving me crazy about the wedding music. The woman takes one cruise to Jamaica, and suddenly, it's "not a party without steel drums." Doesn't everybody know you're not supposed to stress out a bride right before her wedding?! Okay, sauce, go.

drive someone crazy • —§‚˝‚š‚é We'll get to that ‚ą‚ę‚Š‚ç˜b‚ˇ

Ted: Long story. I'll tell you later.

Barney: Yeah. It's a dirty story, isn't it? You guys went out to dinner, did it in the kitchen and got caught. Scherbatsky reeks of someone who likes to get caught.

reek of `‚Ě“ő‚˘‚Ş‚ˇ‚é

Robin: Okay, now I have to wash up for two reasons.

Marshall: Oh, you didn't. That's right.

Barney: So you and Lily really think you can spend two weeks apart?

Marshall: You know what, Barney? Lily and I are a lot less chees than you make us out to be.

Lily: Marshmallow, don't forget to pack my night-night tape.

Barney: Night-night tape? Did you make a tape of you saying "night-night" to her?

Marshall: No.

Lily: He doesn't say it. He sings it.

Barney: Oh, that is so sweet. Why don't you kiss? I love it when two chicks make out.

Lily: Damn it. Nobody's bought us anything cool yet off our registry.

Barney: What's on there?

Lily: Ooh, lots of stuff. Kitchen Aide Artisan Series tilt-head stand mixer...

Barney: Retail price $319.99. What else?

Retail price ”Ě”„‰żŠi

Lily: Um, the Dyson DC17 Animal vacuum.

Barney: Ah, $549.99. A little greedy, don't you think?

greedy ‚ނ߂‚˘

Marshall: Did you memorize our registry?

Barney: No, I'm training.

Marshall: Training? For what?

Barney: I'm glad you asked. Ted, Robin, get in here! You guys know how it's hard to be friends with me 'cause I'm so awesome?

Ted: Yes, it's hard to be friends with you. Go on.

Barney: Well, this isn't going to make it any easier. I am going to be on... The Price Is Right.

Marshall: No way!

Ted: What?!

Barney: Yes, in a couple days, Rich Fields is going to call out my name, and I will come on down.

Marshall: Whoa, that is so awesome.

Robin: Barney, I didn't know you were such a fan of The Price is Right.

Barney: Are you kidding? T.P.I.R. is not just an indescribably entertaining hour of television, it's a microcosm of our entire economic system-- a capitalist utopia, where consumers are rewarded for their persistence, market acumen and intrepid spirit. I gaze upon the glory of The Price Is Right, and I see the face of America. And it is divine. Plus, you know, hot chicks on sports cars.

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Narator: Then Lily headed out to Robin's for her first night away from Marshall.

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Lily: I'm ready!

Robin: Ta-da-da-da-da... Wow, Lily, you look so beautiful.

Lily: I know! I'm beautiful! I'm a fairy princess! I'm too skinny for my dress!

skinny ‚â‚š‚ą‚Ż‚˝

Narator: Meanwhile, I was testing out my best man toast on Marshall.

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Ted: Here goes. Hello, everyone, I'm Ted Mosby, Marshall's best man. Strong opening, right?

Marshall: That's fantastic.

Ted: When Marshall graduates this spring, he'll be a lawyer. But did you know that Marshall has a criminal record? That's right, on a road trip up to Cape Cod, Marshall was pulled over for driving by himself in a car pool lane.

Marshall: Oh, crap.

Lily: Oh, crap.

Marshall: Are you crazy? You cannot tell that story at my wedding. My entire family's gonna be there. My little cousins, my mom, my grandma, my grandpa the minister.

minister šEŽŇ

Ted: That grandpa died three years ago.

Marshall: His favorite grandson is getting married, Ted. I think he can take a day off from haunting the barn to make an appearance.

grandson ‘ˇ‘§Žq barn ”[‰Ž

Barney: So which one, "A" or "B"?

Marshall: What was that?

Barney: I have to decide how to run to contestant's row when they say, "Barney Stinson, come on down!"

contestant oęŽŇ

Ted: Oh, I didn't realize that's what it was. Can you do them again?

Barney: Yeah, of course.

Barney: Hey! Very funny. Just for that, when I win all the prizes, the only thing you guys are getting is Rice-A-Roni and Turtle Wax.

Lily: It's $300 just to take the bust in? Oh, please, you have to have some sympathy for me. I'm getting married next Saturday, and I'm too skinny for my dress. I lost all this weight without even trying. Hello?

sympathy Žv‚˘‚â‚č

Robin: What happened?

Lily: She called me a bitch and hung up. Oh, I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just have to pay the $300.

Robin: Pay the $300? Lily, are you crazy? This isn't a problem. It's a license to eat. Look, what have you always wanted to eat but didn't because it was too ridiculously decadent?

Lily: Ooh, a Valrhona chocolate souffle with a raspberry brandy sauce topped with caramelized bananas and hazelnut gelato.

Robin: I have Cool Whip and half a bag of Fritos.

Lily: Done!

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