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Ted: OK this is fun. Look at this picture. It's a rabbit! You can look at it for hours and be absolutely sure it's a rabbit. But then one day, you look at it and you realize, "wait a second, it's a duck!" Rabbit, duck, rabbit, duck. Isn't it fun?

Narator: It sure was.

Marshall: Relationships are like that. I mean, look, when you first met Don, you hated him, you thought "This guy's a duck", but one of these days you're gonna realize "This is actually someone that I love, he's a rabbit".

Ted: Wow I think you got it backwards there, buddy. The duck is the thing you love, the rabbit is the thing you hate.

Marshall: What?!!

Robin: Yeah I got to agree. Duck's up, rabbit down.

Lily: Definitely. Ducks are better than rabbits.

Marshall: I got... ducks are... ducks are... rabbits are adorable. Ducks are aargh. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? I mean, ducks are... jerks.

Narator: This lead to one of the most intense arguments our group has ever had.

Ted: Duck is delicious. Rabbit is all gamey.

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Marshall: We're not talking about flavour, Ted.

Ted: Flavour counts.

Marshall: Who carries a duck's foot for good luck? Anyone?

Robin: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. I wrap myself in one stuffed with duck feathers. Who's cosier? No, no, no, no, no, no... who's cosier?

Ted: Hold on, I've got to get another book.

Ted: Then why don't we take, a rabbit, a duck, stick 'em in a cardboard box and let them fight it out?

Marshall: Because it's illegal, Ted!

Ted: Only if we bet on it, Marshall!

Marshall: FINE! I CAN SEE IT! YOU WIN!

Robin: Say it.

Ted: You have to say it.

Marshall: Duck's good... rabbit's bad.

Robin: YAYYYYY.

Lily: YAY.

Ted: YESSS.

Robin: Thank you. And Don is, and always will be, a rabbit.

Ted: Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that, Robin. Think about it. Don... Donald. Donald... Duck. And what, I wonder, does Donald Duck never wear?

Lily: Pants.

Ted: Pants. Don's... a duck. Permission to say "lawyered"?

Marshall: I'll allow it.

Ted: Lawyered.

Narator: Yes, kids, sometimes there's a fine line between love and hate. Case and point.

Barney: There is no place I would rather be and no one I would rather be with... I should get that. Go for Barney... Look, I'm sort of in the middle of someone, something right now and I... You're a hot lady bullfighter?... You gotta go.

Barney: McLaren's pub.

Ranjit: McLaren's pub.

Barney: Well, heeelllooo.

Barney: There is no place I would rather be, and no one I would rather be... Would you excuse me for one moment? Go for Barney, look, I... You're a gold medalist japanese figure skater? Adios, muchacha!

Barney: McLaren's pub.

Ranjit: McLaren's pub.

Barney: Well, heeelllooo.

Barney: No place I'd rather be, no one I'd rather b... baaah... for Pete's sake. You're a HOT chick? Sayonara.

Barney: McLaren's pub.

Ranjit: McLaren's pub.

Barney: Well, heeelllooo.

Hot Chick: I realize that you're very busy, so I'll just get straight to the point.

Barney: OK. Ay ay ay.

Hot Chick: And that's my bad leg. Very bad. Are you OK?

Barney: Yeah of course. Why, why wouldn't I be?... Go for Barney.

Narator: Barney had been sure that phone was something he loved. But now he realized it wasn't that at all. It was something else entirely.

Barney: I'm free.

Barney: Ahh now this feels right. There is no place I would rather be, and no one I would rather be...

Hot Chick: What's wrong?

Barney: Did you hear that?

Hot Chick: Hear what?

Barney: Shhhhhhhh. aaahhhh

Barney: McLaren's pub!!

Ranjit: McLaren's pub!

Barney: Go-o for Barrr-neeeeyy. D cups, really?

Narator: Finally Valentine's Day arrived. The deadline for Marshall and Lily to find me a wife. An important job they had...well, forgotten to do.

Marshall: Aren't we supposed to go on a double date with Ted?

Lily: Ted? No, he's not seeing anyone. Remember, he asked us to find...

Marshall: Oh, no.

Marshall: Hey! Hey, wanna get married?

Lily: I don't know what kind of architect? Houses, buildings, that kind of crap.

Marshall: Wanna marry my friend Ted? Wanna marry my friend Ted? Wanna marry my friend Ted?

Lily: You can be choosey? You're in a bar on Valentine's Day, uh!

Marshall: Hey, just real quick... you wanna marry my friend Ted?

Lily: Man, Ted's right, it's tough out there.

Marshall: This is stupid. You know what, we forgot about this. I'm sure Ted did also.

Ted: Here comes the groom in his favorite blazer, gonna meet my wife and I'm...laser, tazer, gaze her, take, bathe her?

Robin: Hey, Ted?

Ted: Yeah?

Robin: Before you go meet your future wife, why don't you swing by Don's party with me?

Ted: That's what you're wearing?

Robin: Yeah, why?

Ted: He's a duck. That dude be straight-ducking. "And I think that I'll amaze her". Nailed it!

Narator: So we went to Don's party.

Ted: Look, Robin, I don't wanna crowd you on your little date here, so if things start to get hot and heavy with Don...

Robin: They're not gonna get...

Ted: I'm just saying, if they do... I'll just say "Well, I got a dinner res" and then, wait this is the last part, I've been working on it for a while... I'll duck out.

Robin: Ha ha ha. It's not gonna get happen... but yeah, do that!

Don: Hello, Robin.

Ted: Well, I got a dinner res...

Robin: Come... god, Don, what the hell are you doing?

Don: I don't know. It's something called the Naked Man. I read about it on some guy's blog. My god, I'm so stupid, why did I ever think it would work on someone like you?

Robin: Yeah, cause I would never, could like, standards, so... you know... I thought this was a party.

Don: I only said that to get you to come over here. I didn't think you'd bring a date.

Robin: Ted's not my date. He's a friend.

Don: Oh god, you probably think I'm some kind of playboy now, right?

Robin: You could say that.

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