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Robin: Thanks. Nothing? Not even a glance? Even I was thinking about rocking a motorboat on those bad boys. What the hell is wrong with you?

glance ‚ż‚ç‚Á‚ĆŒŠ‚é

Barney: I don't always want to be that guy. Sometimes I want to be someone you can have an actual conversation with. Now, tell me something about you that I don't know yet. Seriously.

Robin: There's a job opening at a new cable network that would be perfect for me... completely legit world news, interviews with people who matter... but I decided I'm not going to apply.

Barney: Why not?

Robin: Because I'm a joke. I'm just the scary news lady from some stupid local news channel.

Barney: We both know you're more than that. Promise me you'll apply.

Robin: It's not as easy...

Barney: Promise me you'll apply.

Robin: I promise.

Marshall: She's up to the scene where Luke, Leia, Han and Chewy escape from the Death Star's trash compactor.

compactor ˆłk‹@

Ted: Great scene.

Marshall: Great scene! Okay, we should have just heard... but Stella didn't make a peep.

make a peep ‰š‚đă‚°‚é

Ted: I'm gonna take a look. She's not even watching. She's texting.

Marshall: I'll tell her you still want to be friends.

Ted: I don't believe this. I believe, she knows this is important to me. She's blatantly... "Stop watching me, jackasses."

blatantly ‚ ‚Š‚ç‚ł‚Ü‚É

Barney: To taking chances.

Robin: To taking chances.

Barney: You know, Robin, there's actually something, I do want to talk to you about.

Barman: Last call.

Barney: Of course it is. One more for the road?

One more for the road ‹A˜H‚ɂ‚­‘O‚Ěˆę”t

Robin: Yeah, why not? Hold that thought?

Hold that thought? ‚ż‚ĺ‚Á‚Ć‘Ň‚Á‚āI

Barney: I will.

Stella: I loved it.

Ted: Yes! I am marrying a woman who is not only hot but loves Star Wars. That's the dream.

Stella: What was that?

Ted: I was high-fiving 15-Year-Old Me through the space-time continuum. We did it. We did it, you masturbating little bastard. Champagne for everybody.

Stella: It was so good.

Marshall: You hated it, didn't you?

Stella: It's so stupid. First of all, how do they understand that walking bear they hang around with all the time?

Marshall: Wookiee.

Stella: He goes nin nin nin... They're all like, "That's a good point, Bear, "let's try that."

Marshall: He's a Wookiee, and his kind is actually more intelligent than they appear. That is Ted's favorite movie of all time. He watches it when he's home sick with the flu. He watches it on rainy Sunday afternoons in the fall. He watches it on Christmas Eve. Ted watches Star Wars in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad. Do you really think that you can pretend to like a movie that you actually hate for the rest of your life?

Stella: I do.

Marshall: Then, Ted's a lucky guy. Bear.

Barney: So, here's the deal.

Robin: April, have... you met Barney? April just finished her shift, she's looking to blow off some steam.

blow off steam ƒXƒgƒŒƒX‚đ‰đÁ‚ˇ‚é

Barney: Would you excuse us for one sec? What are you doing?

Robin: You were so nice to me tonight, I wanted to return the favor, wingwoman-style. So, as I was saying, Barney is the Yankees' new second-baseman. And Barney, April asked if tomorrow, you could hit a goal for her during the baseball match. You can't make this stuff up. So, you two kids have fun.

April: So are you... nervous about the game?

Barney: Yeah, I'm nervous for the other team 'cause when I step up to that plate... I am not a New York Yankee. Any other night, I would probably try to convince you that I am, but I'm not. I'm just some guy who's in love with the girl that just left, and she's never going to feel the same way. So I'm just going to go.

Barney: And that was it.

Lily: I'm so sorry, Barney. You can't give up. You know, it may take some time, but once Robin sees the new you...

April: When my family gets to Yankee Stadium, are the tickets under your name or mine?

Barney: My name, and tell your nephews to bring their mitts. They're going to be in foul ball country. Come on. The Robin stuff was completely true.

Lily: Damn it, Barney. I mean, for the last time, you can't... you can't be in love with Robin and still be sleeping with every bimbo on the planet. You have to choose right now.

Barney: I choose bimbos.

Lily: What?

Barney: Bimbos make me happy. Bimbos make me feel alive. Bimbos make me want to pretend to be a better man. This whole thing with Robin was just a fling, but at the end of the day, my heart belongs to bimbos.

Lily: This is just a defense mechanism, because you're afraid of getting hurt. You're just confused.

Barney: Oh, I'm not confused. You know who is confused? Bimbos. They're easily confused. It's one of the thousand little things I love about them. I love their vacant, trusting stares, their sluggish, unencumbered minds, their unresolved daddy issues. I love them and they love me. Bimbos have always been there for me, through thick and thin. Mostly thin. B- man don't do thick crust. What up?

vacant –ł’m‚Ě stare ‚Ü‚Č‚´‚ľ sluggish “Ý‚˘ unencumbered minds ‹CŠy‚Č crust ‚¸‚¤‚¸‚¤‚ľ‚ł through thick and thin ‚悢Žž‚ŕˆŤ‚˘Žž‚ŕ

Lily: See you, Barney.

Lily: Chimichanga.

Marshall: We have to go.

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