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Robin: You couldn't find it?

Ted: We didn't know our way around. Just getting back to the apartment took us three hours and one very helpful drag queen.

Marshall: Wait, Penny Noir was a drag queen?

Robin: Where do you think it was?

Lily: Probably tucked between her legs.

Barney: You know what's not a drag? Getting a home equity loan at Goliath National Bank. I'm just saying.

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Marshall: Anyways, we never found the place. Now, eight years have passed, still... No burger.

Man: I couldn't help but overhear.

couldn't help but overhear Žv‚킸—§‚ż•ˇ‚Ť‚ľ‚ż‚á‚Á‚˝

Marshall: Okay, here we go.

Man: I know the place you're talking about.

Marshall: No, you don't.

Man: It's a place called the Corner Bistro. Greatburger.

Marshall: Oh, the Corner Bistro! It's amazing, I spent a quarter of my life searching for the best burger in New York City, but silly me, it never occurred to me to check the highest-rated burger in the Zagat guide. Wow, thanks a lot, guy. Let me return the favor. Great cup of coffee Starbucks.

Let me return the favor ŽŘ‚č‚đ•Ô‚ł‚š‚Ä‚­‚ę

Robin: So I take it you've tried the Corner Bistro.

Marshall: Robin, I've tried every so-called best burger in New York City trying to find that burger. Or at least forget about her.

Marshall: We're going.

Marshall: But none of those places even came close.

Ted: There was that one time we thought we had a break in the case, remember?

Barney: Get this. You know who works out at my gym? Regis Philbin.

Marshall: The autographed picture.

Regis Philbin: Of course I remember the place. It was the best burger I ever had. I still have dreams about this burger. Beautiful, haunting dreams! I wake up at night screaming, "Get out of my head, burger! Get out!"

Marshall: That's the one, Mr. Philbin. Do you remember where it is?

Regis Philbin: No! I never wrote it down. But not a day goes by that I don't regret it. Why? Why? Do you know where it is?

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Marshall: No.

Regis Philbin: And if you tell me it's at the Corner Bistro, I'm gonna smack you right in the face!

Barney: No. No, we don't know where it is.

Regis Philbin: Listen, Blondie! Don't mess with me! Daddy needs his meat.

Barney: I don't know where it is, Regis, I swear!

Regis Philbin: What about you, Lurch? And what about you, satchel-mouth? This is my cell. You find that burger; you call me day or night.

satchel-mouth Œű‚Ě‘ĺ‚Ť‚Ȑl

Barney: OK, Regis, we will, we will.

Regis Philbin:What are you waiting for? Get out and find the burger!

Barney: All right.

Regis Philbin: Let's go, all of you!

Marshall: That's where my story ends. Now I'm doomed to walk the earth forever searching for that green door and that red neon sign that says "Burger."

doomed â–]“I‚Č

Robin: Green door, red neon sign that says "Burger?"

Marshall: Yeah.

Robin: I know that place. I've walked by it a million times. It's on West 12th, right off of 7th.

Marshall: I knew it was on a numbered street!

Robin: Finally.

Marshall: No! Robin! If any of us is gonna eat a burger tonight, it's gonna be the best burger in New York. We're going downtown!

Robin: No...

Marshall: I cannot believe we're finally gonna have this burger

Lily: Honey, I'm so excited for you. After all these interviews, after all these disappointments, you deserve a triumphant mouth full of meat.

triumphant Ÿ‚żŒÖ‚Á‚˝

Barney: You know what else is a mouthful? All that double-talk other banks give you. At Goliath, customer satisfaction is our most important investment.

Lily: Barney, I hate to break this to you, but working for a bank's kind of lame.

Barney: How lame is free automatic bill pay? How lame is 3.3% APY online savings? Yeah, that's right. Hate to make you look stupid in front of your friends, but you left me no choice.

APY ”N—˜

Ted: We should probably call Regis.

Barney: Reg... That guy scares me. I think I'll leave him a text.

Regis Philbin: Now, Kathy, your last flip was heads. The one before that was tails. You polled the audience; they came out split, 50/50. No help at all there. So, for $258,000... I have to ask you, Kathy, what's it gonna be heads...or... Excuse me. Oh, boy. I've got to go. I've got to go!

Marshall: Green door, red neon sign. Guys, this is the place. I've actually, I prepared a few words.

Robin: I will eat your hand.

Marshall:Let's just go inside then. Shall we?

Marshall: Thank you.

Waitress:Yours will be right out.

Robin: Please, go ahead, start. Just shut up and eat.

Barney: All right.

Ted: Oh my god. I'm never brushing my teeth again unless it's with a toothbrush made from this burger.

Lily: I think I just had my first burg-asm.

Barney: I want... to take this burger out to dinner, then maybe a movie, then take it back to my place, put on a little Terence Trent D'arby, and then I would just... fool around a little bit. Nothing serious, just take it slow, you know?

Marshall: This isn't it.

Everybody: What?

Marshall: It's not it.

Ted: Marshall, you might not want to hear this, but... is it at all possible this is the same burger you had eight years ago, only it could never live up to your ridiculously high expectations?

Robin: I mean, it is just a burger.

Marshall: Just a burger? It's so much more than just a burger. I mean, that first bite... Oh, what heaven that first bite is. The bun, like a sesame-freckled breast of an angel, resting gently on the ketchup and mustard below. Flavors mingling in a seductive "pas de deux". And then... a pickle the most... playful... little pickle, and then a slice of tomato, a leaf of lettuce, and a... a patty... of ground beef, so... exquisite...swirling in your mouth, breaking apart and combining again in a fugue of sweets and savories so... delightful. This is no mere sandwich of grilled meat and toasted bread. This is God... speaking to us through food.

Lily: And you got our wedding vows off the Internet.

Marshall: Okay, look, so, so this, this isn't the place. All right, it's no big deal. It's another place with a green door and a red neon sign that says "Burger". I'll just... I'll call every restaurant in Manhattan and ask 'em what color their door is. No big deal, right? Let's do this.

Robin: I'm going to go out on a limb here and say this isn't just about a burger.

go out on a limb ŠëŒŻ‚đ–`‚ˇ

Lily: Marshall's not doing so well, guys. He really needs to get a job.

Ted: Tell them about the underpants.

Robin: What about the underpants?

Lily: It started a couple of weeks ago.

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