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Barney: The top 64 women I've slept with, split into four regions. This tournament will systematically narrow down which girl has the most cause to hate my guts. Last girl standing has to be the saboteur.

gut ’źŠ´EŠ´Ť

Lily: Absolutely not, Barney. We are not going to make a game out of the women you've tricked into sleeping with you. No way!

Lily: The girl who thought he had 12 hours to live has way more cause to ruin his life than the girl he faked proposed to.

Robin: It's fake proposal girl. I mean, she hired a wedding planner!

proposal ’ńˆÄ‘

Ted: It's 12 hours to live! That girl flew them both to Paris!

Robin: Oh, she only bought him a one-way ticket!

Barney: Okay, okay, everybody! Hands.

Marshal, Lily and Ted: 12 hours to live!

Robin: Damn it!

Barney: Okay, toss up. "Thought I was Jorge Posada," or "You have my dead wife's Kidney?"

toss up ƒRƒCƒ“‚ĹŒˆ‚ß‚é

Ted: Kidney!

Robin: Jorge Posada!

Lily: She bought Yankees season tickets to watch him play!

Barney: That's true...

Marshall: It's "Dead wife's kidney." How are we even discussing this?

Lily: Fake baby!

Marshall: Lost at sea!

Ted: Fake baby!

Marshall: Lost at sea!

Ted: I was there. Trust me. It's fake baby.

Barney: Down to the sweet 16. And coming out of the Upper West Side, we have the number three seed, "Girl who thought I owned Google," up against the number seven seed, "Girl who thought I was a scuba instructor."

Ted: You got to go scuba instructor.

Robin: You're kidding me!

Ted: She got the bends!

bend ö…•a

Barney: Yeah, she did.

Marshall: Evil twin!

Ted: Prince of Norway! How could it not be Prince of Norway?!

Robin: Barney, you're the tiebreaker.

Barney: I'm going with Evil Twin.

Ted: You're kidding me!

Barney: Sorry, but I did sleep with that girl twice. As Barney and Larney. Okay, we're down to the Final Four. What do you think, people? Come on, dig deep.

dig deep Ú‚ľ‚­’˛‚ׂé

Robin: Oh! I can't decide. It could be any one of them.

Lily: Is that the blackboard from my classroom?

Barney: Come on! Marshall?

Marshall: I'm tired and sad.

Barney: Mosby?

Ted: I want to call my mom, just tell her I love her.

Barney: Okay. Then this is as far as we get. The Final Four. It's got to be Meg, Anna, Kate or Holly. We are gonna track these girls down, and you're going to tell me which one approached you at the bar.

Lily: You guys stole my blackboard!

Barney: Okay, there's her building. When she comes out, I'm gonna hide, and once you figure out if she's the girl from the bar, we run like hell.

Lily: No.

Barney: What do you mean "no"?

Lily: That woman, like every woman in your Final Four, deserves an apology, and I'm not telling you if she's the one until hear you say, "I'm sorry."

Barney: Are you nuts? That would involve me speaking to a woman I've already had sex with, which, frankly, is a little t like changing the oil in a rental car.

Lily: Barney, you're doing this.

Barney: Lily, this girl hates me. I hooked up with her in an apartment I was pretending was my own, told her I loved her, and then ditched her there. She got arrested for trespassing, bit a cop, and spent eight days in jail. Oh, crap, there she is! If she sees me, she's gonna kill me!

Lily: Okay, here's what we're gonna do. Hey, Meg! Over here! Look who it is! Your old friend Barney.

Meg: Barney! Barney?

Barney: If she kills me, I want you to go into my apartment, grab the metal briefcase under my bed and throw it in the East River.

Meg: What are you doing here?

Barney: Look, Meg, we need to talk.

Meg: It was all my fault. I know it was, baby. I just came on too strong.

come on too strong to ‹­ˆř‚ɐڂˇ‚é

Barney: And I forgive you. I love you.

Meg: Oh, my God! I love you, too!

Lily: No! What's the matter with you? Get off of him! Look, she's not the one, but you still owe her an apol...

Barney: So you remember who this one is, right?

Lily: Yes. You told her you were Ted and that you were an architect.

Barney: Right, and if you recall, her computer had a web cam and a T-1 line, so I...

Lily: Yeah, I know, Barney, you showed me. And that still doesn't count as a Christmas present. So go over there and apologize.

Barney: Ah, there she is.

Lily: Ooh and she's holding hot coffee. Maybe she'll throw it in your face.

Barney: You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

Lily: I'm making a scrapbook.

Barney: Anna, hi.

Anna: Look who it is, Mr. Big Shot Architect. If you're here to ask me to take down the Web site, forget it.

take down the Web site webƒTƒCƒg‚đíœ‚ˇ‚é

Barney: What Web site?

Anna: Ted-Mosby-Is-A-Jerk-dot-com.

Barney: You're right, I do deserve that. That's all I came here to say. You know what? I don't care who knows about it. Excuse me. Excuse me. I, Ted Mosby, am a jerk to women. Tell your sisters. Tell your daughters to stay away! Ted-Mosby-Is-A-Jerk-dot-com.

Narator: And that little Web site went on to get 400,000 hits. Thanks, Barney! Lily and Barney are now knocking on Kate's door

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