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Meanwhile, Cindy and I were having a lovely evening, except she wasn't kidding about her roommate complex.

And another weird thing about my roommate, she does these bizarre paintings of robots playing sports.

bizarre Šď–­‚Č

Yeah, that is weird.

I was lying.That sounded awesome.Your mother's robot volleyball watercolor is hanging up in the den as we speak.

den ‘Ö

Yeah.And she has this crazy habit of making breakfast food sing show tunes.

That's just bizarre.

Your mother's rendition of Memories as performed by an English muffin is, to this day, the most hauntingly beautiful thing I've ever heard.

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Look, I'm sold.I hate this girl.

I'm sold ”[“ž‚ľ‚˝

I'm sorry.Look, she's not that bad.I just get a little jealous.

I don't know why.You're awesome.

But not as awesome as your mother.And speaking of things that are less awesome, your Uncle Barney had officially suited down.

I am so sorry I misjudged you.If there is one type of person that I cannot stand, it is a man in a suit.

Ugh.

That, and a woman who has no respect for herself.Ugh.

Yeah.Suits and insecure women.I hate them.Just hate them.

Hey.

Hey, how was your date with Cindy?

Well, last night was great, today not so much.

What, why?

I found out the school's policy about students and professors dating is really strict.I could lose my scholarship.

Yeah, but it's not like you're in my class.I mean, we're not even in the same department.

I'm sorry, but I just can't risk it.

She's completely overreacting, right?

Actually, Ted, she has a point.

Yeah, and think about it.If the rules are that strict, you could be putting your job in jeopardy.

jeopardy ŠëŒŻ

I think you got to let this one go, buddy.

Let's try this again.She's completely overreacting, right?

Of course, they were right.I had to let it go.But as your Uncle Barney was about to find out, it's not so easy to let things go.

Suit up.

Now, none of us had ever seen Barney go this long without suiting up, and, kids, it wasn't pretty.

So sorry I'm late.I got stuck at work.Yeah, today I had that presentation on offshore dividend tax implications.

Sure, I was totally paying attention when you talked about that.

Right, so I fire up the PowerPoint Um, Barney? Barney.

Huh.

Suit up.

Hey, Barney, we're going to order some food.

Okay, be out in a sec.

Okay.

Okay.

No.

Out of the way! Stay with me.It's not your time.

Out of the way Ž€‚ń‚Ĺ

If anyone could fix something like this, it was Barney's personal tailor, TV's Tim Gunn.

I'm sorry, Barney.I couldn't make it work.

So young.There's nothing else you could do?

No.But there is another suit that can use the buttons from your suit.

That can Like an organ donor?

Your suit's death could mean another suit's life.

Oh, my God.Do it.

You're doing the right thing.Please don't cry on this.It's silk.

I'm sorry.I know.I know.

We cremated the remains.His buttons saved the life of a sick little jacket on the Upper East Side.

cremate ‰Î‘’‚ˇ‚é

Well, at least now you can finally drop this quest for the so-called hot bartender.

No.My suit gave its life for this cause, and I will not rest until those I mean, that I mean, she is mine.

He's absolutely right.

Who, the guy kissing a jar full of dead suit ashes? That guy?

What if Cindy is the woman I'm supposed to marry, and I'm just giving up? So long, elegant yet welcoming home in Westchester with a sensible mortgage I can handle without dipping into my savings.Bye-bye, two kids I raised with a stern yet loving hand, finding the perfect balance between father and friend.Adios, triplet schnauzers, Frank, Lloyd, and Wright.

Ted!

Ted!

The point is, I'm not giving up, either! I don't know why I just did that.

Barney, I'm so sorry about your friend.

Tell me about him.

Huh.He was Italian.Classy, elegant.And boy, did he have a way with the ladies.They just couldn't say no.

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How old was he?

Seven.I miss him so much!

You shouldn't be alone tonight.I'm gonna end my shift early.

Thank you, old friend.You're going out with a bang.

Come on, Marshall.Just admit that she's hotter than me.I won't be hurt.

Can't do it.You're hotter.

She's a goddess! Her skin glows.Her legs go for miles.And that ass? I would wear that thing for a hat.Last night in bed, I'll admit it, she popped into my head a couple of times.

goddess —_

Whoa.What are you trip Like, you think she's hotter than me?

I never said that.

Oh, my God! You do.

Well, it's apples and oranges.She's younger than you.

apples and oranges ”äŠr‚Ĺ‚Ť‚Č‚˘‚ŕ‚Ě

Well, I'm just saying, like, me in my prime versus her in her prime.

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Well

Oh, my God! You guys, her hotness isn't even real! It's circumstantial hotness.Watch.

I suppose you think she's hotter than me, too.

What the hell are you doing?

What?

You're not allowed back here.

Oh, no.

Uh, I Carl, look.No.I don't want to go back.Please, please, just don't make me go back.

You got to go.

Don't.I

You got to go.

I just No, Carl.I was I was somebody back there! Everybody loved me.

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