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Ted: Barney, I gotta tell you something.

Barney: Oh, that reminds me. I got you a little airplane. It represents the spirit of adventure. Do you like it, Ted? Do you?

Ted: Stop it. Stop looking at me like I'm the only person in the world who matters. I'm not designing the GNB Tower.

Barney: Yeah, I know. You turned it down. We hired someone else.

Ted: Can you believe it? He's resorting to the oldest move in the book. The classic, "pretend to take the offer off the table so I'll want it more." It's so obvious, right? As if that's going to make me be like, "Oh, God, I never should have said no."

resort “–‚Ä‚É‚ˇ‚é off the table ’ńˆÄ‚ł‚ę‚Ä‚˘‚Č‚˘

Marshall: It's not a move, dude. I executed the paperwork for the new architect this morning. Barney wasn't lying.

Ted: Oh, God, I never should have said no! Come on, GNB didn't really hire a new architect. This is just one of Barney's moves.

Marshall: It's not a move, dude. The senior partners were getting impatient. I thought you didn't even want the job.

impatient ‘Ň‚ż‚Ť‚ꂸ‚É

Ted: I didn't! I don't! I don't. I don't!

Ted: Okay, I'll do it!

Barney: What? Ted, it's too late.

Ted: I'll design it for half of what you're paying the other architect. And you know I will do stuff they would never do. Lobby stuff.

Barney: Wow, half? Ted, on behalf of Goliath National Bank...

on behalf of ‘ă•\‚ľ‚Ä

Marshall: Okay, it's a move.

Ted: What?

Barney: Dude!

Marshall: There is no other architect. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I lied. I was being Barney's wingman, and I never get to be the wingman.

Ted: You guys lied to me?

Barney: You're the world's worst wingman. You know what? I'm out of here.

Marshall: I can do better. Take me back. You son of a bitch!

Ted: Look, I can't do business with people who lie to me.

Barney: We only lied to you to make you realize that you want this job.

Ted: No, I don't. I mean, I know I said I did, but that's only because I fell for the same creepy, pickup artist voodoo of yours that countless women...

fall for ‚Đ‚Á‚Š‚Š‚é

Barney: 236.

Ted:...before me fell for. Wow, respect.

Marshall: No... Ted... you want to do this, okay? You're just scared of getting hurt again. But you can't let fear steal your funk. That is good. There is a song in there. Excuse me.

funk Kž‚Ý

Barney: Come on, Ted! This is your dream.

Ted: No, it's not. Not anymore. And you know what? Letting go of that dream was the best decision I ever made. You guys actually think I have some lingering itch to be an architect? Work 20 hours a day and weekends? To get ulcers and pull my hair out and worry and doubt myself and then at the end of it all, have the rug pulled out from under me? I love being a professor, okay? All that stupid crap they tell you about how fulfilling teaching is? It's all true. I'm happy, and I'm not letting go of that. My answer's no.

lingering ‰„X‚Ć‘ą‚­ pull the rug out from under ‚ւ̉‡•‚đ‹}‚É‚â‚ß‚é fulfilling [ŽŔ‚ľ‚˝

Robin: Hey, guys.

Lily: Where's the poop, Robin?

Robin: How do you do that? You are like a bomb-sniffing dog, except with poop. You are a poop-sniffing dog.

Marshall: I think that's just called a dog.

Lily: Where's the poop, Robin?

Robin: Fine. I called Don again.

Robin: Hey, Don! It's Robin again. Look, I am sorry for all the calls. It's just, I saw you on the news, and it made me a little crazy for a minute. I guess I wasn't as over our breakup as I thought. But I want to say, from the bottom of my heart, I am going to kill you. No... No, I'm not. I am happy for you. And that Asian slut on your Facebook page. She's dead, too.

Lily: I thought you deleted his number.

Robin: I did, but it turns out, I memorized it. You can't delete contacts from your brain, Lily.

Lily: Well, you have to try. If you ever want to have closure...

Robin: I am never going to have closure. Okay? Closure doesn't exist. Okay, one day, Don and I are moving in together, and the next thing I know, he's on a plane to Chicago. It just... ended. And no matter how much I try to forget that it happened, it will have never not happened. Don and I will always be a loose end. We'll always be...

Ted: Unfinished. Gaudi, to his credit, never gave up on his dream, but that's not usually how it goes. I mean, usually, it isn't a speeding bus that keeps the brown, pointy, weird church from getting built. Most of the time, it's just too difficult or too expensive, or too scary. It's only once you've stopped that you realize how hard it is to start again. So you force yourself not to want it. But it's always there. And until you finish it, it will always be...

Ted: Hey, Barney. Hey, Rachel. Rachel, why aren't you in class?

Rachel: Why aren't you in class?

Barney: Yeah, Ted. Why aren't you in class? You son of a bitch. I'll call Marshall. We'll draw up the contract.

Ted: Not so fast. I'm not that easy.

Narator: And so I made Barney break his golden rule. I made him take me out to dinner before I finally gave him the thing he always got. Yes. And even though it didn't happen right away...

Speaker: And now, the 11:00 News with Don Frank.

Voice: Bueno?

Robin: Who is this?

Voice: No hablo ingles. Quien es?

Robin: I'm sorry. Is this 917-456... I'm sorry, 465... No, wait.

Narator: Robin finally got some closure, too.

Robin: Sorry. Wrong number. Finished with that.

Lily: Hey, punk! Bit of advice. Next time you step on a kindergarten teacher's neck, you better finish the job.

Man: I knew this day would come.

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