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Randy: Hey, guys.

Barney: Uh-oh. I know that smile. Lily, there's no easy way to say this. Marshall's dead. Randy murdered him.

Lily: No. I know why Randy is smiling. You're smiling because of Robin.

Randy: Robin? Like how I think about her when I'm in the shower?

Ted: I'm trying to eat here, buddy.

Lily: No. Because you slept with her on Halloween.

Randy: What? No. I went home, had a shower an-and went to bed.

Lily: You didn't sleep with her?

Randy: No. Even in the shower, the farthest we ever get is hugging.

Lily: So why are you smiling?

Randy: I'll tell you why.

Marshall: This just isn't working out.

Randy: I'm fired. Great. This is the candle kiosk at the mall all over again. Wait a minute. I can get a severance check. If I don't shred it, I can use that money to start my own brewery. Imagine a beer with my name on it. Randy Wharmpiss, this is the best day of your life.

severance Œ_–ń‰đœ

Randy: Thanks to that severance check, this time next year, you'll all be enjoying a frothy mug of Wharmpiss.

frothy –A‚ž‚ç‚Ż

Marshall: Randy, great news! You're not fired!

Randy: No...!

Ted: Good morning, everybody... Where's my class?

Zoey: Hello, Professor. Ha-boom.

Marshall: I got you your job back, Randy. I thought that you'd be happy.

Randy: But I don't belong here. I'm born to be a brewer! A... a hops meister!

Marshall: Well, then quit. No one's stopping you.

Randy: I-I can't. I need my severance check.

Marshall: Well, I'm sorry Randy, but that's called fraud.

Randy: It's not fraud. I'm just asking you to get me a lot of money to not work here and not tell anyone about it.

Marshall: Even if I wanted to fire you, after my talk with Arthur...

Randy: Oh, come on, Arthur can't remember that.

Arthur: Marshall, what a memorable talk we had yesterday. Randy, on behalf of everyone at GNB, both in and out of prison, we're sorry. And I want to assure you you will never be fired again. You're going to work here until you die, huh? Green tie? Nice choice.

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Randy: Thanks. It brings out my eyes.

bring out someone's eyes –Ú‚đˆř‚­

Arthur: Yeah. I'll bring out your eyes.

Marshall: Listen, Randy, I'm sorry, but I broke my own moral code once and I felt evil. I will not let GNB change me. I will never fire anyone again ever.

Randy: Oh, we'll see about that.

Barney: Anyhoo, while I got you-- big smile. "We care about making dreams come true," in three, two...

Randy: No!

Marshall: What are you doing?

Randy: Oh, are you unhappy with my performance? Well, I guess I'm fired, then. I'd better turn in my I.D.

Marshall: No, it's actually, um, nice having some of this clutter off my desk. So thank you, Randy.

clutter off Žć‚čŽU‚ç‚Š‚ˇ

Randy: And there's more.

Barney: I don't know what I'm going to use this for, but it's great stuff.

Randy: Now am I fired?

Marshall: I've been meaning to clean out that file cabinet for ages.

Barney: I'm not even here. Randy, the coffee.

Marshall: Oh! Okay. Okay. Thank you, Randy. I've been meaning to cut back on my caffeine.

Barney: Here, try this, but really go for it. Remember, this guy ruined your life.

Marshall: That's just the pick-me-up I needed.

Barney: Speaking of pickups, can we try the first one again?

Lily: Hello.

Ted: It didn't work. They hate me. How do I get them to like me again?

Lily: You don't. Ted, you're their teacher. The only people that like their teachers...

Ted: I like my teachers.

Lily:...are dorks. Except for you, Miles. Ted, you just have to learn to embrace their hatred. Because behind that hatred lies fear. And you can use that fear, like I did with Johnny Marley.

embrace Žó‚Ż“ü‚ę‚é hatred Œ™ˆŤ

Ted: Was there more to that story?

Lily: A little bit.

Ted: Lily, you're a psychopath.

Lily: A little bit. Oh, a panda!

Narator: I thought about Lily's advice. And I figured fear was worth a try.

Zoey: Well, Professor Mosby, is there anything you want to say to us?

Ted: Anyone not in class tomorrow gets an "F."

Lily: You said that?

Ted: Well, technically, they'd get an incomplete, but I thought "F" had a nice, scary ring to it. Right?

Lily: Yeah.

Robin: Hey, guys.

Lily: Robin, who'd you sleep with?

Robin: I told you-- Randy. He was a machine.

Lily: Where's the poop, Robin?

Robin: Fine. I didn't sleep with anyone. The thing is, ever since Becky did that commercial, everyone at work loves her. So, the day after Halloween, I was in a commercial.

Ted: What... Why didn't you tell us?

Announcer: Bladder trouble; it's embarrassing, it's uncomfortable, and it can affect anyone.

Robin: I'm going to the bathroom right now.

Announcer: Neat and discreet adult diapers for anyone.

Neat ‚ą‚Ź‚ꂢ discreet –Ú—§‚˝‚Č‚˘

Robin: Say... "Ah..."

Ted: Wow! I can't wait to see it.

Robin: Well, hopefully you never will. They said that they might not even use it.

Narator: It ran for seven years.

Randy: Okay, you win. Maybe trashing your office was a mistake. It's just, uh, as long as I can remember, making beer has been my dream. Wharmpiss? I know it sounds dumb to someone who's already achieved his dream, big-time lawyer at a huge corporation.

Marshall: You think working here is my dream?

Randy: Of course. Anyways, I'll clean this stuff up. Have someone get that dead squirrel out of your desk.

Marshall: Randy. This is delicious. You're fired.

Narator: Kids, the next morning, my class had the highest attendance it had ever had. And not long after that, Randy used his severance money to start a little brewery. Now you can have a Wharmpiss at every bar in America. And all because...

Marshall: I care about making dreams come true. You got what you need?

Barney: Yep. That's a wrap.

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