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Jerry: Barney, afraid this is good-bye. Your buzzkill of a ma thinks I'm a... a bad influence on you.

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Barney: What? That's... What is that word you taught me? "Bull" something?

Jerry: But she's your mother and I'm... you know, I'm just your Uncle Jerry. So, this is the last time I can see you.

Barney: But you're supposed to take me to see that Zeppelin cover band next week. The night is gonna be... Led-and-Jerry.

Jerry: Sorry, buddy, but this is it. But don't you forget your training. What's a magician's best friend?

Barney: A drunk audience.

Jerry: Attaboy. You still got that button from the festival we went to? Now... I'm gonna put this right inside your brain, behind your ear... so that I'll know that you won't forget me. See you, buddy. And hey... Never... stop... partying.

Narator: Kids, in 1983, Barney watched his father walk out of his life. And in 2011, when their first reunion ended badly...

Jerry: I'd love nothing more than to be a part of your life.

Narator: This time it was Barney who did the walking.

Barney: Bye.

Narator: And that was almost the end of it. Except, a few weeks later...

Barney: I am so angry at my dad! Guess who called me today. Go on, guess.

Marshall: Mmm. Your dad?

Barney: My dad!

Barney: Barney Stinson.

Jerry: Hi, Barney. It's your dad. Look, would you like to go fishing with me and J.J. on Sunday morning?

Barney: Ooh, hold on, let me check my personality. Oh, no. Turns out I would never do that in a million years.

Jerry: Barney, look... I know you're disappointed that your dad is just... a boring old driving instructor from the suburbs. But that guy I used to be... "Crazy Jerry"? He was bad news! Drinking, partying, sleeping around. The party can't go on forever. You're 35; I'm-I'm sure you're starting to realize that, right?

suburbs xŠO

Barney: You do not know how right you are.

Barney: Zero right! We're not getting too old for anything.

Ted: You sure? I feel like we collectively learn the opposite lesson, like, at least once a year.

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Barney: I have to face an ugly truth. Jerry Whittaker, my own father, is anti-awesome-etic. I know Crazy Jerry's still in there somewhere, but he's trapped under 20 years of lawnmower parties and carpool barbecues.

Robin: Wow, you know nothing about the suburbs.

Barney:Well, this Saturday night, I am bustin' him out. I'm gonna make Jerry realize he was wrong about giving up his old life by showing him the awesomest night of all time. And for the awesomest night of all time, I'm going to need the awesomest friends of all time. Okay, who do I know? Guys...! Do any of you know George Clooney?

Barney: Okay, my dad's almost here. I need everything to be as awesome as possible tonight.

Lily: That's why you brought these guys.

Barney: No. That's why I brought these guys. I've made some minor improvements to your identities. Uh. Mm! You'll find them on these cards.

Marshall: Improvements?!

Barney:Yeah.

Marshall: Bro, we are already the four jiggity-jamminest dudes and dudettes this side of... Okay, let's see the cards.

Barney:Robin, no one watches the news unless it's a car chase or a nip slip. You are now a professional scotch taster. Lily, Jerry needs to learn that other lifestyles are just as fulfilling as monogamy, so now you and Marshall are in an open marriage.

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Lily: Whoo-hoo!

Marshall: Gross!

Barney: Also, Marshall, you can't just be unemployed, so you are now a gin-swilling, womanizing playwright. And, Ted, just be yourself. Just kidding. Here's a giant pile of topics you should avoid talking about.

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Ted: Well. Well, this could actually be fun. In fact, I believe it was Oscar Wilde who said, "Man is least himself when he talks..."

Barney: Ted, card.

Ted: Ah. You're right... "No quoting Oscar Wilde."

Barney: Finally... Robin, you're dating Ted.

Robin: Aw, man! Why?

Barney: I can't have any single female friends lying around. My dad'll be all, Why don't you marry Robin? You guys are cute together. Deep down, you know you were never happier than when you were with her. Uh... no, thanks.

Lily: Hey, Barney... love the new identities. Little thing... instead of being a naked super ninja, can I be Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada?

Ted: How good was that movie?

Barney: And... hence new identities.

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Narator: And so Barney's dad finally showed up.

Barney: Jerry, you remember Marshall... he's a well-known writer.

Marshall: Playwright. We're all writers, just some of us don't know what our story is yet.

Barney: Lily, his wife.

Lily: Well, most nights. Mama don't let no ring get in the way of a good time.

Jerry: That's... a little depressing.

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Ted: Uh, hi again. Ted. Oh, and, Jerry, you remember my girlfriend.

Robin: Robin. Hi. So nice to see you again.

Barney: Wait, wait. Jerry, I got to tell you the truth. Guys, I'm gonna tell him. We're also a band.

ROBIN: Two, three, four!

Jerry: So, Saturday night... time to cut loose, right? Who wants to split a beer?

cut loose ‰H–Ú‚đŠO‚ˇ

Barney: Oh, we're not drinking here. Tonight we're going big. Let's see, what club should we hit first? There's Club Was, there's Wrong...

Marshall: Um, those places shut down a long time ago.

Barney: Oh, no.

Marshall: Oh, No shut down, too.

Ted: There's Where?

Jerry: Where's Where?

Lily: Where's where Was was, isn't it?

Barney: No, Was wasn't where Where was, Was was where Wrong was, right?

Jerry: Okay.

Ted: Not Okay. That place is lame.

Robin: Okay is Lame? I thought Lame was a gay bar. Or is that Wrong?

Marshall: That's wrong. That's not Wrong.

Barney: Guys, focus.

Robin: Oh, I like Focus. Let's go there.

Ted: Where?

Robin: Not Where. Focus.

Lily: I thought Focus was closed.

Barney: No, Was was Closed. Once Was shut down, it reopened as Closed.

Marshall: So Closed is open.

Robin: No, Closed is closed.

Jerry: I don't know. Third base! Right?

Robin: Ew, Third Base is all frat guys.

Jerry: I'll go anyplace, okay?

Ted: Not Okay. Okay is lame.

Robin: Okay is not Lame. Lame is a gay bar.

Lily: Guys, shut up.

Barney: No, Shut up shut down. I can't believe I don't know the clubs anymore.

Marshall: Guys, just pick a club, okay?

Ted: Not Okay!

All: Okay is Lame! Gay bar.

Marshall: For the record, I was in there once by accident. I'm pretty sure it's pronounced La-may.

Barney: It's hopeless, isn't it?

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