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Ted: Hey,you're home. I didn't think we'd be seeing you until tomorrow morning.

Marshall: Ha,ha,ha,ha. It wasn't a date. Okay, it was a date and it got way weird.

Marshall: Oh, you really don't have to do that.

Brad: No, I insist. You're my guest.

insist Žĺ’Ł‚ˇ‚é

Marshall: Thanks, Brad.

Brad: Bro. You got some chocolate on your chin. Still there. I'll get that bad boy.

Ted: Woah!

Robin: Well, it could have been worse. It could have fallen in your lap.

fall in someone's lap ‚É‚Đ‚ĺ‚Á‚ą‚č•‘‚˘ž‚Ţ }‚炸‚ŕŽč‚É“ü‚ę‚Ä‚ľ‚Ü‚¤‚ą‚Ć

Marshall: It gets worse.

Marshall: No, I can do it, Brad. Okay,thank you.

Brad: So anyway,ah,it's this Saturday. Do you want to come?

Marshall: You want me to go to a wedding with you?

Ted: Okay, that's not too bad. Two single guys on the prowl. It'll be like "Wedding crashers".

prowl ‚¤‚ë‚‚­A‚Ô‚ç‚‚­

Robin: Just keep Brad away from the bouquet.

Marshall: It gets worse.

Brad: It gets better.The foliage in Vermont this time of year is ridonc.

foliage –Ř‚Ě—t ridonc An abbreviated form of "ridonculous," meaning "ridiculous"

Marshall: Vermont?

Brad: Yeah,the wedding's at this awesome B&B. Kara and I used to go there. Anyway, there is one room left,and we got it. Walt Whitman Suite, bro.

Ted: You said no, right?

Marshall: Of course.

Brad: I understand. It's cool. It's the first time I was going to see my college friends since Kara left me. I just... I just miss her so much.

Marshall: I'll go to Vermont with you.

Brad: That's great! You know, uh, they're registered at Pottery Barn. I figure we could go halfsies on a gravy boat.

register at ”‘‚Ü‚é

Ted: I'm sorry. It's not funny anymore.

Marshall: Damn you,brunch! This guy's crazy, right?

Ted: Look,I don't think he's crazy. I just think he's suffering from a severe case of girlfriend withdrawal. And unfortunately, you're his nicotine patch.

suffer from `‚É”Y‚Ü‚ł‚ę‚é severe ‘Ď‚Ś“ withdrawal —Ł’E

Robin: And now you have to do what every dysfunctional couple has to do Break up.

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Marshall: You're right. You're right. I promised Brad I would go to the wedding with him,and then that is it.

Ted: Good man.

Lily: Oh,I think we made the right decision going for the custom-made italian sheets.

Barney: Hey, if my bed's going suit up, it's going to do it right. Want to give it a whirl?

give it a whirl ŽŽ‚ľ‚É‚â‚Á‚Ä‚Ý‚é

Lily: Oh. Ooooh!

Barney: All right, I'm going to head out, hit the bars. What are you going to do tonight?

head out o”­‚ˇ‚é

Lily: Oh, I was just going to watch "Letterman" but, God this bed is so comfy. I wish you had a TV in here. Okay, seriously, what do you do for a living?

comfy S’n—Ç‚˘

Barney: Please.

Lily: I thought you were going out.

Barney: Eh. After the monologue.

Narator: The next morning, as the sun rose over Manhattan, your Uncle Marshall headed over to Brad's apartment to leave for the wedding in Vermont. But when he got there...

Marshall: No. No... No. No! No! Ted. Um, Brad got me flowers.

Ted: Hold on. Brad got him flowers. I'm sorry. It just got funny again.

Brad: Oh, hey...

Marshall: No, Brad, uh, I don't want to hear it. I do like you. And calla lilies are my favorite flower. I don't know how you knew that. I guess you just get me, but this is not cool, man. I can't believe that you would...

Girl: Hey,sweetie.

Brad: Hey.

Girl: Aww. Hey, Marshall.

Marshall: Hi, Kara. So you guys,are like back together now?

Brad: Yeah. Happened last night. Uh, I'm sorry, bro. I should have called you.

Marshall: Yeah, you should have.

Brad: Well, I didn't mean to hurt...

Marshall: Don't, Brad. Just don't.

Kara: Oh, what was with him?

Brad: I don't know. I think he's in love with me.

Barney: Aaaaaah!

Lily: Aaaaaaaaaaah!

Barney: I can't believe we just... You and I... What have we done?

Lily: Nothing. Nothing happened. We... We just went to sleep.

Barney: "Just went to sleep"? I don't sleep in the same bed as a woman and not make a move. How could... You! You spooned me against my will.

spoon ‘¤ˆĘ ‚˘‚ż‚á‚‚­

Lily: Hey,it takes two to cuddle.

cuddle `‚đ•ř‚Ť’÷‚ß‚é

Barney: We... We redecorated my place. We stayed in on a friday night to watch "Letterman", and then slept together and didn't have sex? Oh my God! We're in a relationship!

Lily: That's what you think a relationship is?

Barney: You were supposed to be the vaccine, but you gave me the disease. You gotta go.

vaccine ƒƒNƒ`ƒ“

Lily: Barney. I don't think you're mad at me. You're mad at yourself. You let down your guard, and let someone into your life, and... And it actually felt okay. And that terrifies you.

Barney: Uh-uh. You gotta go.

Lily: Hey, you can't just kick me out! I put a lot of work into this place, and I've grown accustomed to a certain standard of living.

put a lot of work into ”ńí‚É—Í‚đ“ü‚ę‚é accustom ‡‰ž‚ˇ‚é

Barney: "A certain standard of living"? You didn't pay a single...

Narator: And so Mr. and Mrs. Stinson, after two weeks of marriage, decided to call it quits. Fortunately, they reached a settlement. And that's the story of how Aunt Lily furnished her apartment.

call it quits I‚í‚č‚É‚ˇ‚é reach a settlement ‡ˆÓ‚ÉŽŠ‚é furnish ‰Ć‹ď‚Č‚Ç‚đ”ő‚Ś•t‚Ż‚é

Narator: Marshall ran into Brad again some time later.

Marshall: Oh my God, it's Brad. Laugh like I said something really funny.

Ted: That was great.

Marshall: Right? Right?

Brad: Hey, Marshall.

Marshall: Oh, hey, hey, how's it going?

Brad: It's good. Hey, I'm uh...

Ted: Yeah, I know who you are.

Brad: Well,I got to go. I got this thing.

Marshall: Yeah, me too, but more important.

Brad: So, I guess I'll see you around.

Marshall: Sure. Sure. Even if you don't believe it, tell me he looks fat.

Ted: Totally looks fat.

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