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Marshall: Lily, we have to relax. There's no need to panic. True, there's a lot to do, but we've got nine months to prepare. So I say that we just make a list of everything that needs to get done before the baby arrives and do everything on that list tonight!

Lily: Let's do it! Uh-huh, got it. Okay, that seems easy.

Marshall: Nursery's painted!

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Lily: Blue? What if it's a girl?

Marshall: Damn it!

Lily: Oh, God, it's 8:00! We're supposed to meet the gang at the bar to celebrate.

Marshall: Oh, God. Okay, listen. When we meet them, we have to keep it together. Can you keep it together?!

Lily: No, I can't keep it together!

Robin: I have never seen you guys looking so at peace. To Lily and Marshall.

Marshall: Well, thank you. I mean, we've never been happier.

Marshall: This is a nightmare! We've done everything wrong!

Lily: The iPod was on shuffle! The Jerky Boys! Our baby heard the Jerky Boys!

Marshall: You know what, the Jerky Boys are funny.

Lily: The Jerky Boys aren't funny, they are awful.

Marshall: You know what, fine, if you don't think the Jerky Boys are funny, then I'm not sure that I can raise a child with you, liver lips.

Lily: Marshall, I don't like this.

Marshall: I know. Okay? I don't like it either. It's like I have a hot, burning ball of stress in my chest, and nothing will make it go away!

Doctor: You're not pregnant.

Marshall: Well, that did it.

Doctor: I know this probably comes as quite a disappointment.

Marshall: Yeah. Huge bummer.

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Lily: So disappointing.

Ted: Are you guys okay?

Lily: Huh? Yeah. Why wouldn't we be? Oh, the baby thing.

Marshall: Oh, yeah, whatever. Oh, Christmas-themed movie snack. Nice.

Lily: Don't reach into the living room!

Ted: Wow, I-I thought you guys would be devastated.

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Marshall: Oh. You know, we're actually kind of relieved. We were freaking out for about a day and a half there.

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Lily: Yeah, this whole thing got us thinking. Maybe we're not ready for kids yet after all.

Marshall: Yeah, we were thinking maybe we would just get a dog.

Barney: Get a puppy!

Marshall: Can you imagine... That would be the cutest thing!

Ted: No!

Barney: Oh. Our movie snack.

Ted: Are you kidding me?! All you ever talk about is having kids! And now you have one little freak-out and you want to get a dog instead?! No. Unacceptable! You're gonna turn around, you're gonna go home, get naked, lie together as man and wife until Lily is great with child. Right now! I'm serious! Go, go, go!

Barney: Marshall and Lily got in trouble.

Ted: And you! Ooh. Barney, you look real stupid in that suit. You're gonna go get your money back and give it to charity. And I don't mean that stripper you keep e-mailing us about, even though we beg you to take us off that list.

Barney: I can't give this suit back. Ted, I glow in the dark. I finally glow in the dark!

Ted: Criminals of New York! Attention! This man is wearing a diamond-covered suit! You could retire on the pants alone! Merry Christmas!

Robin: So, if I get a large popcorn, you want to go split-skees or...

Ted: And you... You did not move to the greatest city on earth to become a coin-flipping bimbo. So here's how it's gonna work Heads, you take the job at World Wide News; Tails, you take the job at World Wide News. Ow! Hey, looks like somebody got a new gig!

Robin: Fine, I'll call them tomorrow. I'll call them right now.

Ted: Hello.

Punchy: Ted, I can't get married!

Ted: Yes, you can! You love her!

Punchy: You're right, I do! Thanks, Ted!

Ted: One for It's a Wonderful Life, please. Thank you.

Marshall: We're idiots.

Lily: This kid doesn't stand a chance.

Marshall: We're ready for this.

Lily: We're ready for this.

Sam: Wow. That's a lot of zeroes. Y-you sure you're not missing a decimal point?

Barney: Nope.

Woman: And that's the tour. Uh, staff meeting's at noon, you'll meet everyone there, but first you need to head down to security. You need to get your picture taken. For your I.D. badge.

Marshall: You sure?

Lily: Positive.

Barney: And there's more. Do you still do that thing where you give people in need clothes for job interviews?

Sam: Yeah. Why?

Barney: Bring 'em in, boys! Merry Christmas.

Sam: Thank you, son.

Barney: Son?!

Sam: It's just an expression. I'm still not your dad.

Ted: Congratulations.

Robin: You know, that was really cool what you did. When we all needed it, you got us back on the right path.

Ted: It's what I do.

Robin: Hey, Ted, if I, um, if I ever get married and you're not the guy I'm marrying...

Ted: Big mistake, but go on.

Robin:...I could really use someone like you. You know, in case I freak out. When I freak out. You interested?

Ted: Are you asking what I think you're asking?

Robin: Ted, will you be my best man?

Ted: Scherbatsky... I'm gonna crush it.

Barney: Hi, there. We've had a lot of fun tonight, but on a more serious note, this is the time of year when we remember the importance of giving. And there's no greater gift than the gift of booty. So, this holiday season, why not bang someone in need? I'm Barney Stinson, and that's... One to grow on.

Woman: Um, no.

Barney: Hi, there. You know, we've had a lot of fun tonight...

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