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Marshall and I were still in line to get Lily's nachos.

Dude, we've been waiting forever.

Even worse, this is the line for the ladies room.

I can't believe that our last Groovapalooza was, what, 12 years ago? I mean, time is going by so fast.

I know, it's crazy.In, like, an eye blink, this hand will be, like, an old man's hand.

I recognize the cliched nature of what I'm about to say, but whoa!

Yeah.That's our gate.Dude, we just walked around the entire arena.

We've been walking for, like, an hour and we still haven't found the nachos.I bet Lily is so upset.

Yo, you want my nachos, bro?

Thank you.

My husband's been gone an hour looking for these.If he can't even do that, how can I trust him as a father?

You can't, bro.You can't.

I like your long goatee.Marshall can't even grow a beard.

Oh, that's sad.'Cause one's ability to grow facial hair directly correlates with one's ability to be a good father.

correlate with ‘ŠŠÖŠÖŒW‚đŽ‚Â

I know it does.I know it does.

Oh.Excuse me, sir.Do you know where the nachos are?

Marshall! Over here.I found the nacho line.

Oh.

So, how'd it go with Kevin?

Well, I was just about to tell him

Look, Kevin

Erika, I've been meaning to speak with you all night.

Really? What about

About me bending your hard little body over the railing of this boat and copulating furiously while I admire the New York City skyline.Or, if you're feeling dirty, we can always face Jersey.Thoughts?

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Jalapeno! And just a hint of coconut.

Kevin hit his head, he might have a concussion.So obviously I couldn't tell him.What about you?

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Something even worse happened to her.

I got a tiny spot of wine on my sleeve.

I couldn't pile on.I'm not a monster.

pile on after that ’Ç‚˘‘Ĺ‚ż‚đ‚Š‚Ż‚é

Where are they?

Come on, forget the nachos.Everyone here is having fun.Look, even these guys.Check it out.Wow, music really does bring people together.

Ted? Ted! Creepy guitar guy is following us.

We did a whole nother lap.Oh, man, we missed like, half the concert now.Come on, let's just go back to our seats.

Ted, Ted, Ted.The nacho line was right here all along.

So stupid.

As soon as we dock, I'm taking Kevin to the E.R.God, wish last night never happened.

I don't.

What do you mean?

What if this whole thing, it isn't the story of how we both made a horrible mistake and ruined our relationships, what if it's actually the story of how we got back together?

Okay, I'm gonna ask you one last time.Is this what you want?

It's what we both want! Why else are we rushing to tell them what we did? On a boat! That is a terrible idea!

Barney, we tried this and we failed.Why try again?

Because I haven't stopped thinking about you and you haven't stopped thinking about me.

It's such a mess.Why Why do you even like me?

I guess 'cause you're almost as messed up as I.

Well, there's the small issue that we're currently dating other people.

How about this? After we dock, let's each do what we have to do, and then meet up at MacLaren's at midnight and talk about us.

Don't forget your mystery gift bags! They're condoms.

We just went all the way around again!

Where the hell are these nachos?!

Who cares about nachos?

Oh, I love nachos, man!

You gotta relax, man.You keep worrying about stuff like nachos, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack.I'm going back in.

Fine! Ha! Joke's on you! The nacho line was right here all along!

joke is on ŽŠ•Ş‚̐g‚É•Ô‚Á‚Ä‚­‚é

Robin and Barney were finally off the boat.so they both assumed it was going to be a lot easier to admit what they had done.

Kevin

Me first.Look, I don't want to make too much out of saying I love you for the first time.

Any way I can jump in with my thing?

Robin I love you.

Okay, Nora, lo

Mom! Dad!

Hi, Nora, we got in early!

Should've done it on the boat.

Ah!

Hey, where's your friend?

We missed almost the entire show because he put his stupid quest for nachos ahead of our friendship, so I bolted.

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Well, I'm just a creepy old guitar player, but isn't any time spent with a friend a blessing? And if nachos is all you seek take mine, brother.

Wow! Thank you.

It's a sign, bro.

It is.It's a sign I should go find Marshall! Marshall! Marshall!

So, Barney, Nora's told us so much about you, but we want to know everything.

Uh, let's see.Suit, laser tag.I say wait for it a lot.That's about it.You two must be exhausted.

I'll make coffee.

I'm so glad to see how happy you both are.When you meet the right person, you know it.You can't stop thinking about them.They're your best friend and your soul mate.You can't wait to spend the rest of your life with them.No one and nothing else can compare.Now, where the hell is that coffee, eh?

Look, Nora, there's something I have to tell you.

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