ƒnƒCƒ‰ƒCƒg‚Í"That's so kind of you"

ƒo[ƒK[

ŠCŠOƒhƒ‰ƒ}‚ʼnpŒęƒŠƒXƒjƒ“ƒOŠwK’†

How I met your mother ƒV[ƒYƒ“4yŒ´‘čzThe Best Burger in New York

Narator: When I first moved to New York, it was dingy, disgusting, ugly, flea-ridden, stinky and altogether terrifying, but then, sadly. The whole city started to go uphill. The streets got a little cleaner, the rents got a little higher, and one by one, the crappy old places we loved began to disappear. The Elbow Room, an old punk rock club, became a drugstore. McHale's, a working-class watering hole, became a fast-food place. And Fez, a Moroccan-themed lounge at 85th and Broadway, became a bank. And not just any bank.

dingy ”–‰˜‚˘ disgusting ‚Ţ‚Š‚‚­ flea-ridden ƒmƒ~‚ž‚ç‚Ż‚Ě stinky ˆŤL‚Ě‚ˇ‚é altogether ŠŽ‘S‚É terrifying ‹°‚ë‚ľ‚˘ rent ‰Ć’Ŕ

Barney: Goliath National Bank. The world leader in credit and banking. God, I love Goliath National Bank!

Ted: Okay, first of all, you look like the last pick in the draft. And, second, why are you so excited about some bank?

Barney: Our company just bought them out in a ruthless takeover. Took two months. Cost 2,000 jobs. It was brutal. Who wants a T-shirt? Hey, Marshall, they're hiring in the legal department. I could get you a job.

ruthless —⍓‚Č takeover Šé‹Ć”ƒŽű brutal Žc”E‚Č

Lily: Barney, Marshall didn't quit his last soul-sucking corporate job just to go work at a bank. He's gonna be an environmental lawyer.

Narator: That was the plan, anyway. Over the next few weeks, Marshall went on a lot of interviews.

Marshall: You are confident, you are energetic, you are focused!

confident ŽŠM‚É–ž‚ż‚˝

Narator: A lot of interviews.

Marshall: You are flexible on salary, you're willing to compromise, you're not gonna cry this time.

compromise ‘Ă‹Ś‚ˇ‚é

Narator: Too many interviews.

Marshall: You are sad, you are beaten down, you will get through this, come home, get in your big underpants and take a nap.

Narator: Which brings us to September 29, the night of the burger.

Ted: So, what do you guys want to do for dinner?

Wendy: Oh, we just got a new cook. You have to try the burger, it's amazing.

Robin: Great, we'll take five of those.

Wendy: Five burgers.

Ted: Really? You want to eat here?

Robin: Yeah, I'm freaking starving. I just finished a seven-day cleanse.

cleanse ‹ěœ‚ˇ‚é

Marshall: I thought you started that yesterday.

Robin: I finished early, OK? (To Wendy) Five of those.

Wendy: Five burgers.

Ted: Wait. What about sushi?

Lily: We had sushi last night.

Barney: Italian.

Ted: I had Italian for lunch.

Wendy: I can come back.

Robin: No. We always do this. We spend an hour arguing about where to eat, and we end up here anyway. I haven't eaten for two days. Can we please, for the love of God, just order something now?

for the love of God Œăś‚ž‚Š‚ç

Ted: Chinese?

Robin: Oh.

Barney: I don't like Chinese.

Ted: Indian?

Barney: I just said I don't like Chinese.

Ted: Indian isn't Chinese.

Barney: Weird meats, funny music, side of rice. Why are we splitting hairs?

Ted: Mexican?

Barney: I just said I don't like Chinese.

Robin: God.

Wendy: Robin, yours will be right out.

Robin: Of course, mine comes last. Go ahead, start without me.

Everybody: Sweet! You shouldn't have. That's so kind of you.

That's so kind of you ‚Č‚ń‚Ä‚â‚ł‚ľ‚˘‚ń‚žB

Lily: My God. This burger is so good. It's like Christmas in my mouth, meat Christmas.

Ted: It's like an angel from heaven landed in the kitchen at MacLaren's. Where the chef killed it and ran it through the meat grinder.

grinder ƒOƒ‰ƒCƒ“ƒ_[

Barney: I love this burger so much, I want to sew my ass shut.

Marshall: It's okay.

Everybody: Are you kidding me?

Marshall: Guys, guys, guys. When you've had the best burger in NY, every other burger tastes like my grandpa's feet. But you guys eat up, enjoy my grandpa's feet.

Robin: And you've had the best burger in New York?

Marshall: It was eight years ago, my first week in New York, and for a kid from Minnesota, the big city was a scary place.

Marshall: Oh, thank God it's just you.

Ted: You are being ridiculous. Tell me, you left the apartment today?

Marshall: Why would I have to leave? I can have anything I want delivered, and New York City cable is awesome. Have you seen this public access show with the old Jewish lady in a bikini? It's disgusting.

Ted: Marshall, you have to get over this paranoia. You are not gonna get mugged.

get mugged ‹ş‚ľŽć‚ç‚ę‚é

Marshall: What if I do, Ted. I don't have a switchblade. I don't know how to break-dance and win the begrudging respect of a street gang.

begrudge ‚Ë‚˝‚Ţ

Ted: That's it, you're taking a walk. Come on, go.

Marshall: No. Look, the old lady in a bikini is back on. I'm just gonna lie back and get comfortable.

back on ÄŠJ‚ľ‚Ä‚˘‚é

Ted: Go outside, go, go.

Marshall: Okay.

Ted: Leave the bat.

Marshall: Fine.

Marshal: So I went for a walk in the big, scary city. And I discovered something amazing it wasn't scary at all. All right. What's the word?

Man : Your search is over!

Marshall: And then, right when I started to get a little hungry, I turned a corner...

Marshall: And there it was. The tiniest little burger joint you ever saw, tucked between a taxidermist and a triple-X bookstore.

taxidermist ”ťŽt

Barney: Name two places where things get stuffed.

Marshall: So, I went inside.

Marshall: And I ordered the burger.

Marshal: Thank you.

Marshall: Ted, you got to wake up. Wake...

Ted: Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

Marshall: I'm all right. Ted, I've just had the most amazing burger of my life! It's this awesome little place, Regis Philbin eats there, so it's sort of like a celebrity hot spot. But the burger. The burger. Dude.

Ted: I want one of those burgers right now! Do you think they're still open?

Marshall: I don't know. Does stuff in New York stay open past... 9:30?

Marshall: So we went out to get another burger. But after hours of searching...

Marshall: Damn it! Where is this place?

“X

ŽžŒn—ń“I‚É

‚ą‚Ě˜b‚Í

ˆę˜b–Ú‚Ě‘OHŒăHƒo[ƒj[‚Ćƒƒrƒ“‚ĚŠÖŒW‚́Hƒeƒbƒh‚ĆƒXƒeƒ‰‚́H‚Á‚ÄŠ´‚ś‚ĚŽn‚Ü‚čB

‰´‚ŞĹ‰‚Ƀjƒ…[ƒˆ[ƒN‚Ɉř‚Á‰z‚ľ‚˝ŽžA”–‰˜‚­A‚Ţ‚Š‚‚ŤAX‚­Aƒmƒ~‚ž‚ç‚Ż‚ŁAˆŤL‚Ş‚ľ‚āAŠŽ‘S‚É‹°‚ë‚ľ‚˘‚ŕ‚Ě‚ž‚Á‚˝Bˆę•ű‚ł͔߂ľ‚Š‚Á‚˝B‚ˇ‚ׂĂ̓sŽs‚ށA‰Ř‚â‚Š‚É‚Č‚čŽn‚ß‚˝BƒXƒgƒŠ[ƒg‚́A­‚ľ‘|œ‚ł‚ęA‰Ć’Ŕ‚͏­‚ľ‚‚­‚Č‚Á‚˝B‚ť‚ľ‚āA­‚ľ‚¸‚A‰´‚˝‚ż‚ވ¤‚ľ‚˝ŒĂL‚˘ęŠ‚́AŽp‚đÁ‚ľŽn‚ß‚˝BThe Elbow Room‚Ć‚˘‚¤AŒĂ‚˘ƒpƒ“ƒNƒƒbƒNƒNƒ‰ƒu‚́Aƒhƒ‰ƒbƒOƒXƒgƒA‚É‚Č‚Á‚˝BMcHale's‚Ć‚˘‚¤˜J“­ŽŇŠK‹‰‚Ě‹Žđ‰Ž‚́Aƒtƒ@[ƒXƒgƒt[ƒh‚É‚Č‚Á‚˝BFez‚Ć‚˘‚¤Aƒ‚ƒƒbƒJƒ“ƒe[ƒ}‚Ěƒ‰ƒEƒ“ƒW‚Í‹âs‚É‚Č‚Á‚˝B‚ť‚ľ‚āA‚ć‚­‚ ‚é‹âs‚Ĺ‚Í‚Č‚˘B

ƒSƒŠƒAƒiƒVƒ‡ƒiƒ‹ƒoƒ“ƒNBƒNƒŒƒWƒbƒg‚Ćƒoƒ“ƒNŠE‚̐˘ŠE‚ĚƒŠ[ƒ_[‚žB‰´‚́AƒSƒŠƒAƒiƒVƒ‡ƒiƒ‹ƒoƒ“ƒN‚đˆ¤‚ľ‚Ä‚˘‚éB
OKA‚Ü‚¸Ĺ‰‚ɁA‚¨‘O‚́Aƒhƒ‰ƒtƒg‚ĚĹŒă‚Ĺ‘I‚΂ꂽ‚悤‚žBŽŸ‚ɁA‚Ç‚¤‚ľ‚Ä‚¨‘O‚Í‹âs‚É‚ť‚ń‚Č‚É‹ť•ą‚ľ‚˝‚ń‚žH
‰´‚˝‚ż‚̉ďŽĐ‚́A–łŽœ”ß‚Č”ƒŽű‚Ĺ‚ť‚ę‚ç‚đ”ƒ‚Á‚˝‚Ć‚ą‚ë‚žB‚Q‚ŠŒŽ‚Š‚Š‚Á‚˝B‚Q‚O‚O‚Ol‚ĚƒŠƒXƒgƒ‰‚đ‚ľ‚˝BŽc”E‚ž‚Á‚˝B’N‚ŠTƒVƒƒƒc‚˘‚é‚ŠHƒwƒCAƒ}[ƒVƒƒƒ‹A”Ţ‚ç‚Í–@–ą•”–ĺ‚đŽ‚Á‚Ä‚˘‚éB‰´‚Í‚¨‘O‚ÉŽdŽ–‚đă‚°‚ç‚ę‚éB
ƒo[ƒj[Aƒ}[ƒVƒƒƒ‹‚Í‹âs‚ɍs‚­‚ž‚Ż‚ŁA”Ţ‚Ě°‚đ‹z‚¤‰ďŽĐ‚đŽŤ‚ß‚Č‚Š‚Á‚˝B”ނ́AŠÂ‹Ť•ŮŒěŽm‚É‚Č‚é‚Ě‚ćB

‚ť‚ę‚ÍŒv‰ć‚ž‚Á‚˝B”TŠÔŒăAƒ}[ƒVƒƒƒ‹‚Í‚˝‚­‚ł‚ń‚̖ʐڂđŽó‚Ż‚ɍs‚Á‚˝B

‚¨‘O‚ÍŽŠM‚É–ž‚żˆě‚ę‚Ä‚˘‚éA‚¨‘O‚̓Gƒlƒ‹ƒMƒbƒVƒ…‚žA‚¨‘O‚͏W’†‚ľ‚Ä‚˘‚éB

‚˝‚­‚ł‚ń‚̖ʐڂžB

‚¨‘O‚́AƒtƒŒƒLƒVƒuƒ‹‚ČƒTƒ‰ƒŠ[‚žB‚¨‘O‚Í‘Ă‹Ś‚ˇ‚éˆÓŽv‚đŽ‚Á‚Ä‚˘‚éA‚¨‘O‚͍Ą‰ń‚Í‹ƒ‚Š‚Č‚˘‚ž‚낤B

‚ ‚Ü‚č‚É‚ŕ‘˝‚ˇ‚Ź‚é–ʐڂž‚Á‚˝B

‚¨‘O‚͔߂ľ‚ń‚Ĺ‚éA‚¨‘O‚Í‘Ĺ‚ż‚Ě‚ß‚ł‚ę‚˝A‚¨‘O‚́A‚ą‚ę‚đ‚â‚č’Ę‚ˇ‚ž‚낤A‰Ć‚É‹A‚Á‚āA•”‰Ž’…‚É’…‘Ö‚Ś‚āA‚Đ‚Ć–°‚股‚éB

‚ą‚ę‚Í‚XŒŽ‚Q‚X“ú‚ɉ´‚˝‚ż‚É‚¨‚ą‚Á‚˝Aƒo[ƒK[ƒiƒCƒg‚Ě‚ą‚Ć‚žB

‚ž‚Š‚çA‚¨‘O‚ç‚̓fƒBƒi[‚ɉ˝‚đH‚ׂ˝‚˘H
Ž„‚˝‚ż‚͐V‚ľ‚˘ƒRƒbƒN‚đŒ}‚Ś‚˝‚́Bƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[‚đŽŽ‚ľ‚āA‹Á‚Ť‚ćB
‚˘‚˘‚í‚ˁA‚T‚‚ŕ‚炤‚íB
ƒtƒ@ƒCƒuƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[B
ƒ}ƒW‚ŠH‚¨‘O‚ą‚ą‚ŐH‚ׂ˝‚˘‚Ě‚ŠH
‚Ś‚ŚAŽ„‚Í‚ˇ‚˛‚­‚¨‚Č‚Š‚ŞŒ¸‚Á‚Ä‚é‚́BŽ„‚Í‚V“úŠÔƒNƒŒƒ“ƒYƒ_ƒCƒGƒbƒg‚đI‚Ś‚˝‚́B
‚¨‘Ođ“ú‚ť‚ę‚đŽn‚ß‚˝‚ĆŽv‚Á‚Ä‚˝B
Ž„‚Í‚ˇ‚Ž‚ɏI‚Ś‚˝‚́AOK?ŒÜ‚‚ćB
ƒtƒ@ƒCƒuƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[B
‘҂āA‚ˇ‚ľ‚Í‚Ç‚¤‚žH
Ž„‚˝‚żđ”ӐH‚ׂ˝B
ƒCƒ^ƒŠƒAƒ“B
‰´‚̓‰ƒ“ƒ`‚ɃCƒ^ƒŠƒAƒ“‚đH‚ׂ˝B
Œˆ‚Ü‚Á‚˝‚ç‹ł‚Ś‚āB
ƒ_ƒ‚ćBŽ„‚˝‚ż‚Í‚˘‚Â‚ŕ‚ą‚¤‚ˇ‚éBŽ„‚˝‚ż‚ÍˆęŽžŠÔ‚ŕ‚Ç‚ą‚ŐH‚ׂ邊‚đ‹c˜_‚ˇ‚éB‚ť‚ľ‚ŚAŒ‹‹Ç‚ą‚ą‚ŐH‚ׂé‚Ě‚ćBŽ„‚Í“ń“úŠÔ‚ŕH‚ׂĂȂ˘‚Ě‚ćB‚¨Šč‚˘‚ćAĄ‰˝‚Š’•ś‚ľ‚Ü‚ľ‚傤B
’†‰Ř‚́H
ƒI[B
‰´‚Í’†‰ŘD‚Ť‚ś‚á‚Č‚˘B
ƒCƒ“ƒh—ż—‚́H
‰´‚Í’†‰Ř‚͍D‚Ť‚ś‚á‚Č‚˘‚ĆŒž‚Á‚˝‚ń‚žB
ƒCƒ“ƒh—ż—‚Í’†‰Ř‚ś‚á‚Č‚˘B
•Ď‚Č“÷‚ƁA‚¨‚Š‚ľ‚ȉšŠyAƒ‰ƒCƒX‚͕ʁB‰´‚˝‚ż‚Í‚Ç‚¤‚ľ‚Ä”Ż‚đ•Ş‚Ż‚Ä‚˘‚é‚ń‚žH
ƒƒLƒVƒJƒ“H
‰´‚Í’†‰Ř‚͍D‚Ť‚ś‚á‚Č‚˘‚ĆŒž‚Á‚˝B
‚ŕ‚¤I

ƒƒrƒ“A‚ ‚Č‚˝‚Ě‚Í‚ˇ‚Ž‚ɏo‚ˇ‚íB
‚ŕ‚ż‚ë‚ńAŽ„‚Ě‚ÍĹŒă‚É—ˆ‚éBć‚ɐH‚ׂāAŽ„”˛‚Ť‚ŐH‚ׂāB
‚˘‚˘‚ˁB‚¨‘O‚͐H‚ׂé‚ׂŤ‚ś‚á‚Č‚˘B‚Č‚ń‚Ä—D‚ľ‚˘‚ń‚žB
‚Č‚ń‚Ä‚ą‚ƁB‚ą‚Ěƒo[ƒK[‚Ć‚Ä‚ŕ‚¨‚˘‚ľ‚˘BŒű‚Ě’†‚ރNƒŠƒXƒ}ƒX‚Ý‚˝‚˘‚ćB“÷ƒNƒŠƒXƒ}ƒXB
ƒ}ƒNƒ‰[ƒŒƒ“ƒY‚ĚƒLƒbƒ`ƒ“‚É“V‘‚Š‚ç“VŽg‚Ş•‘‚˘~‚č‚˝‚Ý‚˝‚˘‚žBƒVƒFƒt‚Í‚ť‚ą‚ĹŽE‚ľ‚āA‚ť‚ę‚đƒ~[ƒgƒOƒ‰ƒCƒ“ƒ_[‚ōŹ‚ş‚˝‚ń‚žB
‰´‚ą‚Ěƒo[ƒK[‚ˇ‚˛‚­‹C‚É“ü‚Á‚˝B‰´‚̓Pƒc‚É‚ą‚ę‚đ–D‚˘•t‚Ż‚˝‚˘B
‚ŕ‚¤‚˘‚˘‚ćB
ç’k‚ž‚ëH
‚Č‚ A‚Ý‚ń‚ȁBƒjƒ…[ƒˆ[ƒN‚ŁAĹ‚‚Ěƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[‚đH‚ׂ˝‚Ć‚ŤA‘ź‚Ě‚Ç‚ń‚Čƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[‚ŕ‰´‚Ě–ę‚Ě‘Ť‚Ý‚˝‚˘‚Č–Ą‚ÉŠ´‚ś‚éB‚ž‚Ż‚ǁA‚¨‘O‚ç‚͐H‚ׂŤ‚Á‚āA‰´‚Ě–ę‚Ě‘Ť‚đŠy‚ľ‚ń‚Ĺ‚­‚ęB
‚ ‚Č‚˝‚̓jƒ…[ƒˆ[ƒN‚Ĺˆę”Ô‚Ěƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[‚đH‚ׂ˝‚ą‚Ć‚Ş‚ ‚é‚́H
‚W”N‘O‚žAƒjƒ…[ƒˆ[ƒN‚Ĺ‚ĚĹ‰‚̏TAƒ~ƒlƒ\ƒ^‚Š‚ço‚Ä‚Ť‚˝­”N‚ɂ́AƒrƒbƒOƒVƒeƒB‚Í‹°‚ë‚ľ‚˘ęŠ‚ž‚Á‚˝B

‚¨[‚¨‘O‚ž‚Á‚˝‚ŠB
‚¨‘O‚̓oƒJ‚°‚Ä‚˘‚é‚źB˜b‚ľ‚Ä‚­‚ęA‚¨‘O‚͍Ą“úƒAƒp[ƒg‚đo‚˝‚Ě‚ŠH
‚Ç‚¤‚ľ‚ĉ´‚̓Aƒp[ƒg‚đo‚Č‚˘‚Ć‚˘‚Ż‚Č‚˘H—~‚ľ‚˘‚ŕ‚͉̂˝‚Ĺ‚ŕ”z’B‚Ĺ—ˆ‚é‚ľAƒjƒ…[ƒˆ[ƒNƒVƒeƒB‚ĚƒP[ƒuƒ‹ƒeƒŒƒr‚͍ō‚‚žB‚¨‘O‚Í‚ą‚ĚƒrƒLƒj‚đ’…‚˝ƒI[ƒ‹ƒhƒWƒFƒEƒBƒbƒVƒ…ƒŒƒfƒB‚Ş‚Ĺ‚Ä‚éƒpƒuƒŠƒbƒNƒAƒNƒZƒXƒVƒ‡[‚đŒŠ‚˝‚ą‚Ć‚Ş‚ ‚é‚ŠH‚Ţ‚Š‚‚­‚źB
ƒ}[ƒVƒƒƒ‹A‚¨‘O‚Í‚ą‚Ěƒpƒ‰ƒmƒCƒA‚đć‚č‰z‚Ś‚Č‚˘‚Ć‚˘‚Ż‚Č‚˘B‚¨‘O‚Í‹ş‚ľŽć‚ç‚ę‚Č‚˘‚ž‚낤B
‰´‚Ş‚ť‚¤‚ľ‚˝‚ç‚Ç‚¤‚Č‚éAƒeƒbƒhB‰´‚̓XƒCƒbƒ`ƒuƒŒ[ƒh‚ÍŽ‚Á‚Ä‚Č‚˘B‰´‚̓uƒŒ[ƒNƒ_ƒ“ƒX‚ĚŽd•ű‚đ’m‚ç‚Č‚˘B‰´‚̓XƒgƒŠ[ƒgƒMƒƒƒ“ƒO‚ÉŒhˆÓ‚Ě•Ľ‚˘•ű‚đ’m‚ç‚Č‚˘B
‚ť‚ę‚žA‚¨‘O‚ÍŽU•ŕ‚ľ‚Ä‚ą‚˘Bs‚ŻB
ƒ_ƒ‚žB‚Č‚ AƒrƒLƒj‚ĚƒI[ƒ‹ƒhƒŒƒfƒB‚ލĊJ‚ľ‚Ä‚˘‚éB‰´‚Í‚ ‚¨‚Ţ‚Ż‚Ĺ‹x‚ń‚ŁA‰ő“K‚É‚Č‚é‚ž‚낤B
ŠO‚ɍs‚ŻB
OKB
ƒoƒbƒg‚Í’u‚˘‚Ä‚˘‚ŻB
‚í‚Š‚Á‚˝‚ćB

‚ž‚Š‚çA‰´‚Í‘ĺ‚Ť‚Č‹°‚ë‚ľ‚˘ƒVƒeƒB‚ŏo•ŕ‚˘‚˝B‚ť‚ľ‚āA‚¨‚ę‚Í‹Á‚Ť‚Ě‚ŕ‚Ě‚đŒŠ‚Â‚Ż‚˝B‘S‚­‹°‚ë‚ľ‚˘‚ŕ‚Ě‚ś‚á‚Č‚Š‚Á‚˝B‚˘‚˘‚ˁB‚Ç‚¤‚ž‚˘H
ŒN‚ĚŒŸő‚͏I‚í‚č‚žI
‰´‚ޏ­‚ľ• ‚đŒ¸‚ç‚ľŽn‚ß‚˝‚Ć‚Ť‚žA‰´‚ÍŠp‚đ‹Č‚Ş‚Á‚˝B

‚ť‚ą‚Ě“X‚žBŒŠ‚˝‚ą‚Ć‚ŕ‚Č‚˘Ź‚ł‚Čƒo[ƒK[ƒWƒ‡ƒCƒ“ƒg‚ŁA”ťŽt‚ĆƒgƒŠƒvƒ‹XƒuƒbƒNƒXƒgƒA‚ĚŠÔ‚É‚ ‚Á‚˝B
•¨Ž–‚Ş‹l‚Ü‚é2‚Â‚ĚęŠ‚É–ź‘O‚đ•t‚Ż‚éB
‚ž‚Š‚çA‰´‚Í’†‚É“ü‚Á‚˝B

‚¨‚ę‚́Aƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[‚đ’•ś‚ľ‚˝B
‚ ‚č‚Ş‚Ć‚¤B

ƒeƒbƒhA‹N‚Ť‚ëB
‚ˇ‚Ü‚ńB‘ĺä•v‚ŠH
‰´‚Í‘ĺä•v‚žAƒeƒbƒhA‰´‚͐lś‚Ĺ‚ŕ‚Á‚Ć‹Á‚˘‚˝ƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[‚đH‚ׂ˝B‹Á‚­‚Ů‚ÇŹ‚ł‚ȏꏩ‚ŁAƒŒƒWƒXEƒtƒBƒ‹ƒrƒ“‚Ş‚ť‚ą‚ŐH‚ׂĂāA—L–źl‚ĚƒzƒbƒgƒXƒ|ƒbƒg‚Ý‚˝‚˘‚Č‚ń‚žB‚ž‚Ż‚ǁAƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[‚Č‚ń‚žB
‰´‚ŕĄ‚ˇ‚Ž‚ť‚Ěƒnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[H‚ׂ˝‚˘B‚Ü‚ž‚â‚Á‚Ä‚é‚ĆŽv‚¤‚ŠH
‚í‚Š‚ç‚Č‚˘Bƒjƒ…[ƒˆ[ƒN‚ĚƒXƒ^ƒbƒt‚́A‚XŽž‚R‚O•Ş‰ß‚Ź‚Ä‚ŕ‚â‚Á‚Ä‚é‚Ě‚ŠH

‰´‚˝‚ż‚́A‚ł‚ç‚Ƀnƒ“ƒo[ƒK[‚đ‹‚ß‚Äo‚Š‚Ż‚˝‚ń‚žB”ŽžŠÔ’T‚ľ‚˝‚ń‚ž‚ށEEEB
‚­‚ťB‚ą‚ą‚Í‚Ç‚ą‚žH

Ą‰ń‚́AƒnƒCƒ‰ƒCƒg‚ÍThat's so kind of you ‚É‚ľ‚Ä‚¨‚­B