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Narator: Kids, there is something I wish my dad told me. The longest pause you will ever experience in your life is the one that follows asking the question...

Ted: Will you marry me?

Narator: Your brain goes into overdrive, imaging every possible response.

go into overdrive ‰Á”M‚ˇ‚é

Stella: No.

Stella: Oh, God, no.

Stella: You want me to marry..(laughing).No.

Stella: Oh, I'm sorry, Ted. I can't. Mark Johnson, the quarterback from your high school football team, already asked me.

Mark Johnson: What's up, Turd?

Ted: It's Ted!

Narator: But if you're lucky, she may answer with the single greatest word in the English language.

Stella: Yes.

Narator: Stella and I spent that summer happily engaged. Marshall was still coping with unemployment.

cope ˆ—‚ˇ‚é

Marshall: What are you doing?

Narator: Lily threw herself into her painting.

throw oneself into ę”O‚ˇ‚é

Marshall: What are you doing?

Narator: Barney was rehabilitating from his bus accident.

Marshall: What are you doing?

Narator: And well, Marshall just kept coping with unemployment.

Marshall: What are you doing?

Narator: And Robin continued to uphold the high journalistic standards of Metro News 1.

Robin: Is your favorite brand of dental floss poisoning your entire family? Tune in at 11:00 for the shocking... Tooth.

Robin: Okay, I officially hate my job. I'm not a reporter, I'm just someone who shows up at night and scares people. I'm the bogeyman with a teleprompter.

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Barney: "Bogeyman with a teleprompter." That's hilarious! Great joke, Robin, great joke.

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Lily: Barney, no offense to Robin, but that wasn't that funny.

Barney: Are you kidding? That was a great joke. It's smart, funny, beautiful, the whole package. It's everything you're afraid to let yourself want. In a joke. "Bogeyman with a teleprompter." Classic.

Lily: Okay, what is so urgent that you called me and begged me to come over at 7:22 in the morning?

urgent ‹Ů‹}‚Ě

Barney: I could tell you knew something was up with me, and you're right. But I can't tell you what it is. I should tell you, but I can't! I have to. I never will! I'm going to. Let's just drop it. What's up with you?

Lily: Barney, just say it.

Barney: I think I'm in love with Robin.

Marshall: Hey, Lily needs some gift ideas for Stella's wedding shower. Does she like to cook?

Ted: Actually, I don't know.

Marshall: What's her favorite color?

Ted: Don't know that either.

Marshall: Well, does she have any hobbies?

Ted: Yes. She's exactly the kind of person who would have hobbies. And interests, too. I am one lucky son of a bitch.

Marshall: Dude, you don't know anything about the woman you're marrying.

Ted: What? You're crazy! I know plenty.

Marshall: What color are her eyes?

Ted: The color of the ocean after a storm.

Marshall: Which is?

Ted: Beautiful.

Lily: I don't believe it. I thought you called me over here to uncuff you from your sex swing again, but you're in love? That is so sweet!

uncuff Žčů‚đŠO‚ˇ

Barney: It's not "sweet." It's like a disease. I slept with Robin one time and I caught feelings. I caught feelings bad. I used protection and everything.

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Lily: Barney, you don't "catch" feelings, you just have them. And they're good.

Barney: They're terrible! I can't eat, I can't sleep. She's all I think about. I close my eyes, I see Robin. I, I hear a song; it reminds me of Robin.

Girl: Morning.

Barney: I sleep with that chick, I'm thinking about Robin.

Ted: Okay, so I don't know every single detail about Stella. What's really about? Do you not like her or something?

Marshall: No, Ted, I like Stella a lot. She's a Mets fan.

Ted: Really?

Marshall: It's just that everything with you has moved so fast. You've only known each other a few months. Don't you think maybe you should slow things down a little bit? Get to know each other better?

Ted: I'll have a whole life time to get to know her better. Right now, I know the one thing that I have to that I love her.

Lily: You love her? Barney, how can you be in love, and still be sleeping with anything that moves?

Barney: I'm sorry, I don't follow you. That's like saying, "How can an ant carry "20 times its body weight, but root beer floats are still delicious?" Are the two even related? Really?

Lily: Barney, you're going to have to stop screwing around if you want to be Robin's boyfriend.

Barney: "Boyfriend"? I don't want to be Robin's boyfriend.

Lily: Well, what do you want, then?

Barney: I don't know. I just want to be with her. All the time. I want to hear about her day and tell her about mine. I want to hold her hand and smell her hair. But I don't want to be her stupid boyfriend.

Lily: Barney, what you just described is a relationship between a boyfriend and a girlfriend. And a pretty clingy one at that.

describe Œž‚˘•\‚ˇ clingy ƒ^ƒCƒg‚Č

Barney: Look, Lily, are you going to help me out with this or not?

Lily: I'm a kindergarten teacher. I see a confused, little kid in the corner trying to eat the lefty scissors, I gotta help the poor, little bastard. But only if you stop sleeping around. Deal?

Barney: Deal.

Robin: Coming up next, is your local ice cream man actually driving a roving meth lab on wheels? Stay tuned for the full... Scoop. Really?

Stella: I know dudes think it's girlie for a guy to cook, but us ladies? We find it mighty sexy.

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Ted: Really? You know... My grandma taught me how.

Stella: Oh, yeah, she did.

Ted: Yeah. I had a lot of time after school to watch her cook because I wasn't good at sports.

Stella: I'm on fire right now. Delicious. What's in this pesto?

Ted: Oh, you know, the usual basil, garlic, olive oil, but can you guess my secret ingredient?

ingredient Ţ—ż

Stella: Peanuts.

Ted: Yes. How did you know that?

Ted: OK, let me think, what else?

Stella: You know what, sweetie? I woke up so early and I had a really long day at work. And there was that whole thing where you tried to kill me. Can we please just go to sleep?

Ted: No, I clearly need to know more about you. Let's do firsts. First kiss?

Stella: Dale Harris, second grade. You're talking like peck on the cheek or a full-on passionate making out?

peck Œy‚˘ƒLƒX‚đ‚ˇ‚é

Ted: Passionate making out.

Stella: OK, yeah, Dale Harris, second grade.

Ted: First time you had sex.

Stella: Dale Harris, second...

Ted: Stop it.

Stella: Billy Devito, sophomore year of college.

sophomore ‘ĺŠw‚Q”N

Ted: Prude. Molly McKenzie, junior year of high school.

Prude i—‚Ô‚Á‚˝—Ť

Stella: Slut.

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