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Narator: Kids, in the spring of 2008 something kind of strange have been happening to your uncle Barney. He's been doing great with a woman.

Barney: So I threw the pressure air oxygen into its mouth. I shoot the tank, boom, no more shark. Mr. Hall and I swam back to shore. Hey,let me freshen you a drink.

shore `‚𗤂ɂ ‚°‚é freshen V‚ľ‚­‚ˇ‚é

Narator: He's only been gone a few moments but when he return...

Barney: So where were we?

Narator:...he gets slap! It kept happening... Until finally Lily was approached by a mysterious woman who wants her stay away from Barney...so when it happened once more...

Barney: Again? Really? Wait...

Narator: Barney knew who to look for...

Barney: Hey, excuse me. Did I sleep with you and then totally screw you over?

Woman: No.

Barney: What are you doing on Friday?

Barney: Stop! Amy?

Abby: Abby.

Barney: Riiiggghhhttt!!!

Narator: Kids, sometimes you can do something right a thousand times in a row.

Lily: A rainbow! That's beautiful! What a beautiful rainbow! Another rainbow? It's beautiful!

Narator: But then, that thousand-and-first time...

Lily: You're kidding me. Seriously, aren't you sick of these things?

Ted: Hey, how was your day?

Lily: Today, I yelled at a little girl for painting a rainbow.

Ted: A rainbow? Sounds like that bitch had it coming.

Marshall: So, uh, I just met with the contractor. and it turns out, that fixing the floors of the new apartment is going to cost a lot more than the estimate.

Lily: But we can barely afford that to begin with.

Marshall: I hate to say this, but I think you're going to have to sell your stuff.

Lily: Whoa! Marshall, that's just a game we play in the bedroom.

Marshall: I mean your clothes. All those designer pieces and everything.

Lily: What? Why just my clothes?

Marshall: We can sell my stuff, too, but I got to tell you, I think your Marc Jacobs cocktail dress is going to go for a lot more than my "Split Happens" bowling shirt.

Ted: Dude.

Marshall: I'm not selling that. I've already made the Website.

Lily: You made a Website?

Marshall: Yeah, it's called "Lily-and-Marshall-sell- their-stuff-dot-com."

Lily: No, you know what would be a better name for the site? Guy-forces-his-wife- to-dress-in-a-garbage-bag- for-the-next- three-years-dot-com. That's real.

Marshall: My word, that woman is actually wearing a-a garbage bag.

Lily: Hmm, but, girlfriend, you cannot pull off a tall kitchen.

Barney: Why are you trying to ruin my life?

Abby: Well, you slept with me and then you never called me again.

Barney: And?

Abby: That's it.

Barney: That's it? As far as I'm concerned, if I leave you safe on dry land with adequate transportation home, you've got nothing to complain about.

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Abby: Well, it hurt, okay? And then Ted, the love of my life started dating my boss instead of me. Do you know how that feels?

Barney: Oh, boo-hoo, poor little Ashley.

Abby: Abby!

Barney: Abby. A few weeks ago, Ted dumped me as his wingman. You had a crush on him for a couple weeks? I was Ted's best friend for seven years.

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Abby: Ted said Marshall was his best friend.

Barney: Seven years!

Abby: Sorry.

Barney: Ted. What an idiot. With his stupid "meaningful relationship" with Stella.

Abby: I hate Ted.

Barney: I hate Ted more.

Abby: Are you as turned on as I am?

Barney: Probably not quite as much.

Abby: I'm sorry I yelled out "Ted."

Barney: I'm sorry I yelled out "Abby."

Abby: I am Abby.

Barney: Oh, cool.

Ted: This is insane. Has Lily even worn half this stuff?

Robin: Oh, yeah, like there's nothing in your closet you've never worn?

Ted: As a matter of fact, no, there isn't.

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Robin: Whatever, red cowboy boots.

Ted: Those are nice boots. I totally pull those off.

Marshall: Hey, Lil, if I were to say "Ted could never pull them off," What would I be talking about?

Robin: His red cowboy boots.

Ted: I totally pull them off! It's a classic Western look.

Marshall: Oh, okay, uh, today's category, classic Westerns that involve red cowboy boots. Ooh, ooh! Robin.

Robin: "The Good, the Bad, and the Fabulous."

Lily: "The Magnificent Kevin."

Marshall: "No Country for Straight Men."

Lily: I don't want to sell my clothes!

Robin: Oh, I know, sweetie. Come here. Is this a hundred percent silk?

Marshall: Lily,listen, we really need the money. I have some leads on a job, but until then, I just... I don't know what else we can do.

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Lily: I'll sell my paintings!

Marshall: What?

Lily: Yeah, I'll sell my paintings. Good oil paintings go for like, $500.

Marshall: Yeah. Totally. But...

Narator: Kids, sometimes you can do something right a thousand times in a row...

Marshall: I love it. It's a masterpiece. That's it. We're selling the TV. I just want to come home and stare at this all day. Aw. Somebody call the cops! My wife stole an awesome painting from the museum!

Narator: But then, that thousand-and-first time...

Marshall:...that kind of money only goes for real paintings.

Lily: What does that mean?

Marshall: Look, it just, it just means that-that we need money right now and I'm not sure that selling your paintings is-is how we're going to get it.

Lily: You don't believe in me.

Marshall: No, wait, wait! Of c... of course I believe in you!

Lily: Marshall, I am proud of my work as an artist. My paintings are good. I bet Robin would buy one. What now?

Marshall: I love your painting, I just... I'm trying to be realistic.

Lily: Well, how much money do we need for the contractor to finish the job?

Marshall: About 1,500 bucks.

Lily: Okay. So, if I can sell three of my paintings at 500 bucks a pop, then I get to keep all my clothes.

Marshall: Babe, we need money fast.

Lily: Well, give me a week.

Marshall: Okay, a-a week.

Lily: Fine.

Marshall: Fine.

Ted: Pulling... Them... Off.

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