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Zoey: Well, we're here for the night. Might as well have some fun. Dare to join me?

Might as well `‚ˇ‚é•ű‚Ş‚Ü‚ľ‚ž

Ted: Dust just flew out of that comforter in the shape of a skull. Whoa, something just passed through me. Can you get STDs from the ghost of a prostitute? What are... What are you doing in our bathroom?

comforter ‰H–Ń•z’c

Woman: This bathroom for entire floor!

Lily: Okay. Final round. What simple act will get the boys to finally forgive each other?

Robin: Sharing a brandy. Which is what I walked in on my parents doing once. Brandy was my father's mistress. God, parents. Right?

Lily: Again, just a whole other thing, sweetie. Where'd they go? Oh, no. They did shots.

Robin: What? What is it?

Lily: What's the worst thing they could possibly drink right now?

Barney: Your place or mi... Your place or mi... Le-Let's go to your place. Mm.

Narator: Kids, don't drink tequila.

Ted: Uh, these were supposed to be for a romantic dinner on our balcony as we were serenaded by the sounds of the ocean. But I guess we'll have to settle for what sounded like two very large men having sex next door... with a third very small man.

serenade ƒZƒŒƒi[ƒf‚đ‰Ě‚¤

Zoey: I think that small man sounded very moved by The Arcadian's beauty.

Ted: Okay. What is it? And don't give me, "It's beautiful." Don't give me, "It's magnificent" What is it about this place that makes you so passionate to save it?

Zoey: Well... When I was a little girl... my family used to live here.

Ted: Why, why have you never told me that?

Zoey: I never told anyone that. It makes it sound like it would be impossible for me to be objective, but... The truth is, I... I loved growing up here. We had just moved to New York. We were completely broke. But my mom told my sisters and me that The Arcadian was a castle. And we believed her. I know it's not what it used to be... but this building is a part of who I am. And that's why I want so badly for you to like it, too.

to be objective ‹qŠĎ“I‚É‚Č‚é

Narator: Kids, you never forget the first time or place you tell a girl.

Ted: I love you.

Zoey: I love you, too.

Carl: Come on in, you're un-banned. I gave these guys some drinks and they calmed down and made up.

make up ’‡’ź‚股‚é

Robin: Well, what drink finally did the trick?

Robin & Lily: Of course, beer.

Marshall: I love you.

Barney: I love you. Uh, no. N-Not right...

Ted: You know, I guess this place isn't so bad.

Zoey: See? With a little renovation, we could restore it to its former... What was that?

Ted: What was what?

Zoey: I think it went under the bed.

Ted: I don't see anything.

Zoey: That, that was... that!

Ted: Oh, my God! It's the cock-a-mouse!

Zoey: The what?

Ted: Cock-a-mouse. Part cockroach, part mouse. It used to live in our apartment. It must have settled here, and... Oh! Look, it had babies! Good for it.

Zoey: Ew.... I give up. You win. Let's go!

Ted: Be well, my firends!

Lily: Aw, just how we left them.

Robin: Morning. Who wants breakfast?

Barney: You have some coffee? So I can throw it in this traitor's face?

Marshall: Oh, yeah? Hey! Hey! Do you guys have some pancakes, because I... would really like some pancakes. They're fantastic. Let's be honest, I love them. But I hate this guy!

Lily: I thought they made up last night.

Robin: Damn it, I know what happened.

Marshall: I love you.

Barney: I love you. Uh, no. N-not right...

Lily: Carl, a round of champagne.

Lily: Ooh! The champagne.

Robin: We gave them one drink too many. They must've blacked out and forgotten the whole thing.

Barney: What kind of dirtbag doesn't stand by his best friends, but instead sides with some self-righteous bitch with a pointless cause and a megaphone?

dirtbag ’‡’ź‚股‚é self-righteous ŽŠ•Ş–{ˆĘ‚Ě

Ted: Dude. That's my girlfriend. And you know what? I'm on her side now, too.

Barney: Whoa, whoa, you have got to be kidding me. Ted...

Robin: Okay, what drink can fix this?

Lily: Mama's done with this drama. What drink can fix the headache these clowns are giving me?

Robin: I got it.

Robin: Right?

Lily: Time is music the planets make. Music the planets make...

Woman: What is that?

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