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Ted: I don't know Lily, after five years, her expectations have gotta be pretty high.

expectation Šú‘Ň’l

Marshall: Notable deaths in 2003... Oh my God... Nell Carter. Did you guys know that Nell Carter had died?

Notable deaths ’˜–źl‚ĚŽ€

Ted: I really gonna have to bring my A-game to satisfy this woman.

A-game Ĺă‚ĚŽŽ‡

Robin: Yeah, it'll be pretty hard now that she's dead.

Ted: Not Nell Carter... Stella.

Marshall: Dude, relax, it's all about expectations management. Do you know why I hated Jerry Maguire so much?

Ted: Because you're dead inside?

dead inside S‚ŞŽ€‚ń‚Ĺ‚˘‚é

Marshall: No, because you built it up for, like, two weeks, saying it was the greatest movie ever. With Stella, do the opposite lower expectations.

Ted: Right, right, and then no matter what happens, she'll be happy.

Marshall: Hey, buddy. I'm married, Barney, I cannot be your new wingman.

Robin: No.

Barney: Hey, Randy. Could you come here for a minute? Good news. I'm calling you up to the majors. Starting tomorrow night, how would you like to be my new wingman?

Randy: Uh... Just need to check my calendar. Be right back. Tomorrow works.

Ted: I have a surprise appetizer for us today. Check it out. Potato skins.

Stella: Fancy?

Ted: Yeah. Right? God, it's been forever since I had potato skins. I remember them as being pretty much the most delicious things ever. Huh. That's surprising.

Stella: What?

Ted: This potato skin. It's good but not nearly as good as I'd built it up to be in my head. Even though potato skin performed admirably, and is a totally respectable size... I couldn't enjoy it because of my own unrealistic expectations.

admirably ŒŠŽ–‚É

Stella: Hmm, Ted, I see what you're doing. You're trying to lower my expectations for tonight. Is this a lengh thing?

Ted: No.

Stella: Quick on the draw?

Quick on the draw ”˝‰ž‚Ş‘Ź‚˘

Ted: No.

Stella: Unexpected number of testicles?

testicle áΊŰ

Ted: No. It's just that this is a big deal for you. I mean, it's like your virginity the sequel.

sequel ‘ą‚Ť

Stella: Virginity 2: Eletric Boogaloo?

Ted: Exactly, and I don't want to mess it up. I don't want you to ever wonder if was worth it.

Stella: Oh Ted, of course it's gonna be worth it. Stop worrying. It's you and me. It already has everything it needs.

Ted: "Unexpected number of testicles?"

Stella: It happens. I knew a guy in med school... we used to joke that we was one ball away from getting walked.

med school ˆă‘ĺ

Barney: Hey.

Randy: What up bro-seph Lieberman?

Barney: No, uh-uh. Randy, we never use the word "bro" in the name of a failed Democratic vice presidential candidate.

Democratic vice-presidential candidate –ŻŽĺ“}‚Ě•›‘ĺ“—ĚŒó•â

Randy: Goodbye "Geraldine Ferrar-bro".

Barney: You know what? I'm excited about this, Randy. You will be my next masterpiece. It's like with Ted. When I first met him, he was an even bigger loser than you.

Randy: What a loser.

Barney: But tonight, I'm going to make you the greatest wingman in the history of wingmen.

Randy: Oh, it's gonna be easier than you think, bro. Yeah. I've been reading your blog for years. You are like a God to me. That's why tonight is going to be legendary... wait for it... dary.

Barney: Oh, okay, Randy, let's do this.

Randy: Ok.

Barney: You ready?

Randy: Yes. No, no, no, no, no, no!

Barney: What? What's the matter?

Randy: Nothing, let's do this. No, no, no, no, no, please, please, please! Just wait, just wait, just wait, just wait!

Barney: Randy what are you doing?

Randy: Dripping with game, that's what I'm doing. Okay let's go. No. Yes. No! Randy listen to me. You can do this okay? Ok. I don't know. Are thos girls really that hot? Yes, they're hot. Let's do this. Okay!

Barney: Hey, laddies. Have you met...

Ted: Hey.

Stella: Hey.

Ted: So, here's the plan. Take a horse-drawn carriage through the park, and it just so happens the Philharmonic is playing an open-air...

horse-drawn carriage ”nŽÔ

Stella: Ted. Five years.

Ted: Straight to the hotel?

Stella: Straight to the hotel.

Ted: I'll get my bag.

Stella: Hey, guys.

Lily: Hey.

Marshall: Hey. So, uh, looking forward to tonight?

Stella: Yeah. Definitly. It's been such a long time since I've had a night out.

Lily: Yeah. We heard. I would explode if it had been that long since I had a "night out".

Marshall: This one wakes me up at 4am sometimes just to have a little night out.

Stella: Um, what are you guys talking about?

Lily: Nothing. Pizza. What are you talking about?

Ted: Hey guys.

Stella: Ted, you told them, didn't you?

Ted: Told them what?

Stella: You told them that I haven't had sex in five years.

Marshall: You haven't had sex in five years??!! That is a shocking revelation that we're just finding out right now!

revelation –\˜I

Ted: Stella, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told them. But they're my best friends. I tell them everything. I-I didn't even think about it.

Stella: Ted, that was so personal. Plus, now your friends think I'm a freak.

Ted: No, they don't.

Stella: Look, I realize it's weird, okay? Not many people go five years without having sex.

Barney: 13 years??!!

Randy: I peaked really young.

Stella: That's why it was difficult for me to tell you. But I did tell you because I thought that I could trust you.

Ted: You can trust me.

Stella: Obviously, I can't. You know there's always a reason not to sleep with a guy, and you just gave me yours.

Ted: Wait, did I gave you a reason or were you looking for one?

Stella: Why would be looking for one?

Ted: Because things are getting serious between us, and that scares you.

Stera: Good night, Ted.

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