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Zoey: Hey, guys! I appreciate the great turnout, but just so we're all on the same page, this is not a rally to legalize marijuana.

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Man: Oh, bummer!

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Ted: Hey.

Zoey: Hey, Ted. I'm so glad you came.

Ted: Well, you really got to me the other night. I want to get involved with "Save The Arcadian."

Zoey: Great. I'll grab you a picket sign. Hmm. Do you want "GNB puts the douche in fiduciary.."...or "It's always 4:20 somewhere"? Dudes, you forgot your signs!

douche ‘ĺ‚΂ŠŽŇ fiduciary Žó‘őŽŇ

Narator: As I looked up at that magnificent old structure, I realized I wasn't letting my feelings for Zoey mislead me. This building really was worth saving.

Zoey: Ted, everything okay?

Ted: Yea... um... um...

Zoey: You work for GNB?

Man: Dude, why are you dressed like a wizard?

Ted: She was really hot, okay?

Ted: How the hell could you do that?

Barney: Simple. I rented the chair. The bunny was here already. That was lucky. I waited to do the dramatic swivel until I heard your key enter the door.

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Ted: The billboard, Barney.

Barney: I had to. Now that you have no shot with the girl, you'll realize you never cared about the building, and everything can go back to normal.

Ted: You're wrong. I do care. And I'm still quitting.

Barney: Don't you get it, Ted? We're tearing down The Arcadian either way. It's a stupid old piece-of-crap, run-down, snake-infested dump!

Ted: Okay, are there or aren't there snakes?!

Barney: Who mentioned snakes?! And stop shouting! You're scaring Cottontail.

Ted: You named the rabbit?

Barney: You took longer to get here than I thought, we bonded, I'm keeping her. The point is, you now have a chance to design your own building. Dude, you can do whatever you want with it.

Ted: You're right. You're right. I can design it however I want.

Barney: So you're back in?

Ted: Yeah.

Narator: That night, as I worked on a new design that just might solve all my problems... Marshall was visited by a disturbing vision.

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Lily: Ugh, he thinks I like this...But it feels disgusting.

Robin: Uh, it looks disgusting.

Marshall: Uh, is this working for you?

Lily: "Uh, is this working for you?"

Robin: Oh, of course, because what woman doesn't like being slobbered on while some giant paws at her nether regions like Lenny from Of Mice and Men?

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Lily: Oh, you're bad.

Robin: More Cosmos?

Marshall: I can't... I can't do this! I can't stop thinking about you and Robin!

Lily: Oh, I've had that a couple times. Just lean into it and let it fuel things.

Marshall: Look, no. You know what? Why don't you just... Why don't you just call Robin, okay, and have a good laugh about it? Whoa! Traction could have prevented that.

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Zoey: Well, hope you don't mind, we made some changes to the billboard.

Ted: Well, that explains a few voicemails. Listen, Zoey, I think we can save The Arcadian. No. Maybe not in the way you were picturing, but I stayed up all night working on a new concept, all right? What if my design could incorporate The Arcadian's facade into the new GNB headquarters?

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Narator: Kids, it was one of those moments in life where everything comes together... the girl, the building, everything, until...

Ted: Are you married?

Zoey: Yeah. So you were saying, the facade will be completely preserved?

Ted: This isn't about the girl. It's about the building.

Narator: Yeah, it was about the girl.

Zoey: Ted, wh-wh-what are you doing?

Ted: This wouldn't work. Zoey, The Arcadian was a really great building once, but it's falling apart, and it's full of snakes.

Zoey: Snakes?

Ted: I don't recall saying snakes.

Lily: Then he gets this panicked look on his face, says, "I can't do this," and storms out.

Robin: Wow, that is weird.

Lily: But here's the crazier part.

Marshall: No. You know what? Papa don't back down from a fight. So why don't you tell Robin... about this!

Lily: It was amazing. He was passionate, animalistic, a complete stud.

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Robin: Wow. So he's right there making you say all this, huh?

Lily: Yup. "'You're like a Greek god, I moaned, as the..." I can't read that, baby.

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Marshall: "Musky scent of man."

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Lily: "As the musky scent of man and Marshall's sure-footed traction intoxicated and overpowered me."

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Robin: That sounds real.

Narator: And as for Zoey, it was funny. I'd lied to her, then completely let her down. And I barely knew the girl. But there was something about her. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever see her again.

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Zoey: Hey, Mosby! You're gonna have to come out of your hole at some point, you son of a bitch!

Man: Yeah! Legalize it!

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Zoey: Dude! Ready. Aim. Fire!

Narator: Why, yes. Yes, I would see her again.

Marshall: How's it going with Robin?

Max: Uh, I think I have to break up with her.

Marshall: Really? Why? You with her?

Max: Yeah, well, there's this... kind of weird thing she likes to do in the bedroom.

Ted: Hey, That's not for everyone.

Marshall: OK.What's not for everyone? Guys, come on. What is it?

Max: Come on, bro. This is a locker room.

Marshall: I... What do you think it was, Murray?

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