Robin: Okay, can I just say that my deepest need in life not to have my father to say, "I am proud of you, eh?"
Marshall: So why are you crying now?
Robin: I'm not crying.
Lily: Oh, sweetie. Can I get you some butterscotch?
Robin: Oh, stop it.Wait a second. It says here that the class meets at 6:15 on Tuesday.
Robin: That's right now.
Ted: Now, as you can see, well over 50% of the blankets have been dragged onto her side. Make no mistake. Robin Scherbatsky is a classic, textbook... cover hog.
drag 引っ張りこむ Make no mistake 間違いなく
Robin: Yeah, I have one.
Ted: Yes, Robin? Flared nostril ridges. Wide, unblinking eyes. Uh-oh.
Barney: I got this. So, emperor penguins-- crazy, huh?
Robin: What the hell do you two think you're doing?
Barney: Marshall, did you sells us out?
Marshall: I was vulnerable, I said good-bye to a very dear friend today.
vulnerable 弱い Make no mistake 間違いなく
Robin: Dude, it's a barrel!
Ted: Aw! You're giving Mabel away?
Robin: I have so many questions. Why would you do this? What were you thinking? Who the hell is that guy?
Ted: Oh, that's Shin-Ya. He's sort of been auditing the class.
Ted: Well, tried to explain to him it wasn't a real class, but I don't think he speaks much English.
Barney: On the bright side, he came in handy standing in for you during the role-playing exercises.
Robin: Wait. You did role-playing exercises where I was played by Shin-Ya?
Shinya: They made me wear a wig, It was very demeaning.
Robin: You know, I can't believe you, Ted. You actually think you're some kind of an expert on me?
an expert on 〜の専門家
Barney: Hey! He is an expert. He's a great teacher!
Lily: Kiss ass.
Robin: You know, half the stuff in this notebook is patently wrong.
Ted: Uh, really? Name one wrong thing.
Robin: "Robin Scherbatsky's Surprising Erogenous Zones"? Let me clear something up for you, Ted.
Ted: Does lefty like that?
Robin: Oh. Yeah...
Ted: Don't wanna leave out the righty.
Robin: Oh, uh, no. Um, the right one's ticklish, I guess. But the left one, yeah, I'm glad you're back there. Because that is just some sweet, sweet lovin'.
Ted: That was a lie?
Robin: We had just started dating. I was being nice. And you. You know, I got it into my head this week that you were cheating on me. I even broke open your briefcase to look for evidence.
Barney: That is a huge violation of my privacy! Go on.
Robin: You know, in a way, I was right. You cheated. You can't get some crib sheet on dating me. That's not how it works. If we didn't figure out how to be with each other in a real, honest way, I don't see the point of even trying.
in a way ある意味では
Robin: What do you want?
Ted: Look. All that stuff I told Barney... It was personal between you and me. I'm really sorry.
Robin: I guess I'm impressed by how much you remembered.
Ted: It's funny. When you date someone, it's like you're taking one long course in who that person is and then, when you break up, all that stuff becomes useless. It's the emotional equivalent of an English degree. I guess I just liked the idea of putting all my Robin Scherbatsky knowledge to good use, you know?
Robin: Well, since you know me pretty well... am I fooling myself with this whole Barney thing?
Ted: I don't know. I will say this, though. I've seen Barney work very hard to get women. I've seen him work very hard to get rid of women. I've never seen him work this hard to keep one around. I was going to give him an A. Well, B+ -- Shinya kind of screwed up the curve.
Barney: Hey. Before you say anything, I am done with this stupid Robin 101, okay? Here, I'll get rid of the notebook. But there's... there's something that I did want to say to you. Robin, I have been with a lot of women, blondes, brunettes, redheads, big boobs, small boobs, medium boobs, some boobs that were big, but kind of in a bad way. The point is-- boobs that pointed in opposite direc--the point is...I'm really scared that you're going to dump me and that's why I did this and I'm sorry.
Robin: You're an idiot. You know... That notebook, um, does contain a lot of personal info, and I think it has my home address.
Barney: And your work address. Whoa.
Marsahll: Hey, guys! If you don't want the barrel, can you sit somewhere else? You're scaring away potential takers.
Ted: Designed by Chicago's Daniel Burnham in the beaux arts style, this architectural gem was the first of its kind...
Student: Uh, Professor Mosby?
Ted: Yes, Susan?
Student: That's a woman drinking beer on the toilet.
Ted: Right. That-That... was Daniel Burnham's wife. She was a troubled, troubled woman. We are moving on.