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Robin: When we were dating, I... I didn't make you feel needed?

Ted: Come on! You always took charge of everything.

take charge of ˘˜b‚đˆř‚ŤŽó‚Ż‚é

Robin: I got this.

Ted: Thanks.

Ted: This okay? Am I hurting y...

Robin: I got this.

Ted: Someone's trying to break in-- call the cops.

Robin: I got this.

Robin: Did that really bother you?

Ted: Well, yeah. It's nice to be needed. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. It's Becky. Aw, she's trapped in a revolving door.

Robin: I got this.

Ted: Yeah.

Marshall: Let's make a baby!

Lily: Whoa! Baby, you're packing snowballs, and your breath smells like a mermaid fart.

fart ‚¨‚Č‚ç

Marshall: Loving the dirty talk-- but you know what's even hotter? If we face this-a-way. Ooh, we're bad.

Lily: Wait... hey, baby, why are you facing me north? You're trying to make us have a boy.

Marshall: I... can ex... How do you know about the north thing? Um, um... And what are you doing with those lemons?

Marvin: Baby girl fertilizer!

Marshall: You're trying to make us have a girl! You are trying to make us have a girl.

Lily: All my least favorite students have been boys. So I Googled "how to make a girl some really weird stuff came up but finally, I found this conception Web site that said you should

Lily: point south at the moment of conception... eat a lemon......and heat up your lady parts to a balmy 105 degrees. Ooh... ah... Oh, that's not bad.

balmy ‚ł‚í‚â‚Š‚Č

Marshall: Lily, how could you do... exactly the same thing I did? You're supposed to be the sane one.

sane •Ş•Ę‚ ‚é

Lily: See that? Another boy expecting a woman to clean up his mistakes. That's why girls are way better than boys.

Marshall: Oh, really. Well, then how come whenever there's a creepy kid in a horror movie it's always a little girl? Or twin girls, who speak... in unison.

Lily: Oh, well, what about Chucky?

Marshall: Okay, A) He was a doll; B) He was possessed by an adult serial killer; and C) How could you bring up Chucky right before bed?

possessed Žć‚č‚‚Š‚ę‚˝

Robin: Hey.

Barney: Hey.

Robin: Hey. Um, when we were dating, did... did I make you feel needed?

Barney: No, I didn't feel like you needed me at all.

Robin: That's what I thought. Uh, I'm sorry.

Barney: Wait, where are you... That's a compliment. You are the least needy woman I've ever met-- that's awesome. I mean, no guy's gonna say "Who's your daddy?" to Robin Scherbatsky. You're your own daddy. And mommy. And weird survivalist uncle who lives in a cabin with a shotgun blaming stuff on the government. And that is what makes you the most... amazing, strong... independent woman I've ever banged.

Robin: Thanks, Barney. You know, um... there's something that I wanted to ask you, and I don't really know how to say it so... here goes. Who's the crazy chick in the apron?

Woman: Someone naughty left his toys on the floor and needs to be spanked on his tushy-tush.

naughty s‹V‚ĚˆŤ‚˘ tushy K tush K

Barney: Uh-oh, I'm in "twubble."

Robin: You did it? How?

Barney: Last night, after admitting defeat, I just let myself go.

Woman: Mmm, that looks so good. Can I have some?

Barney: No! It's my ice cream; you can't have any.

Woman: Someone needs to teach you how to share. Who's your mommy?

Barney: Challenge completed! (chuckles) Now, uh, can you get this freak out of here? I'm really scared.

Robin: I got this.

Lily: Oh, so you finally agreed on a name?

Claudia: Uh, well,the other night she ran a really high fever.

Stuart: We rushed her to the emergency room at 3:00 in the morning, but they wouldn't admit her without a name. Right then and there, we realized how stupid we were being.

Claudia: We looked at each other and, well, we just knew. Our baby's name is... Esther.

Marshall: Esther? That's beautiful.

Lily: We're idiots.

Marshall: Baby, names and gender, it's just, like... it's some way of giving ourselves the illusion that we have any control whatsoever. I- I just want a healthy, happy, 12-pound--

Lily: Whoa.

Marshall: Ten-pound? Eight-pound?

Lily: I guess, but, dude, you're writing checks my vagina can't cash.

Marshall: I love you. And I'm gonna love the crap out of whatever baby we have.

Lily: Me, too.

Marshall: You know what? We should just think of a name that's good for either a girl or a boy. Like, um...

Marshall &Lily: Jamie.

Lily: Marshall... we just named our baby. Jamie.

Lily: Not Jamie.

Ted: Shoe's untied. I got it. Yeah, this is over.

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