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How I met your mother ƒV[ƒYƒ“7yŒ´‘čzThe Drunk Train

Oh, you take such good care of me.Thanks for loaning me your shoes for my swollen feet.Ah! I owe you one.

swollen feet ‚Ţ‚­‚ę‚˝‘Ť

We have to stop this.

Stop what?

Keeping score.You're growing a baby, our baby.So you're officially ahead of me for life.

Oh, thanks, sweetie.

Once we're parents, we have to be a team.Deal?

It's your turn! I was on point for six straight hours yesterday!

Two of those hours were a nap and you know it!

Let's go to the board! I hope it's a soupy deuce, sucka.

soupy ‚ß‚ť‚ß‚ť‚ľ‚˝ deuce •s‰^

Deal.We're a team.

I was all, Do I look like I'm from Ronkonkoma?!

Oh!

That's all you gotta say!

Oh, oh, oh, big man with a briefcase! What do you think, you're better than me?!

Hey, our stop's next.Do you want to join us?

Yeah, I think we do.

Nah, we're good.

Too skanky.

skanky •s‰ő

Too skanky? Eh It's the Drunk Train.You crossed out all the stops and wrote Vaginaville.

cross out Žć‚čÁ‚ˇ

That's not true.That one says Boner Gardens.

What's going on? Wait.Did that Quinn girl shake your game or something?

Hell no! At the end of the night

You know, I went out tonight looking for a cheap, meaningless fling.But you turned out to be so special.I'd hate to ruin this friendship with sex.

fling îŽ–

Oh, oh, I am willing to take that risk.

Good one, Ted.Anyway, I'm seriously contemplating purchasing a new ironing board.Do you think?

contemplate n—ś‚ˇ‚é

Okay, I'll give you this: You stood by your boy all night, even though you have no chance of getting with me.That was pretty cool.

Yeah, you know, in retrospect, I think that was the moment you decided to come back to my place and get nasty.

in retrospect Žv‚˘•Ô‚ľ‚Ä‚Ý‚é‚Ć

Yeah, right.Get up.You're on my bra.

Sorry.

Where's your bathroom?

Past the kitchen, down the hall.

See, I feel like I would remember you two being naked on your couch in the middle of the club.

Oh, right.That was later in my apartment after we got nasty.My bad.So, you want to go to a diner or something?

Wait-wait-wait.You slept with her?

I know, I know.I'm late on sending the pictures.I've been swamped.

swamped ‘˝–Z‹É‚Ü‚č‚Č‚˘

You like Quinn. That's why you can't stop complaining about her.That's why you just tanked our chance with these lovely innocent flowers.

I don't even care where we go, but I hate doing it on the ground.

Barney, do you know why I'm on the Drunk Train on Valentine's Day? Because I have nothing better to do.No one I can't stop thinking about.So if you feel something for Quinn, go for it.Because you're wasting your time here.We both are.

I don't like Quinn!

Kevin, I love you, but please don't just be the nice guy who says the right thing.

Robin, I want to marry you no matter what.Assuming you don't turn into a big fat fattie.See? Right there.Don't always say the right thing.

Look, you just got a truckload of new information dumped on you.

Will you marry me?

My feelings on kids aren't gonna change.

Will you marry me?

Haven't you always wanted kids?

That was before I fell in love with you.

Well, that's the thing.Your future always had kids in it.That is something huge you would be giving up for me.I just don't think I could ever owe someone that much.I'm scared that you'll wake up in-in a year or ten or 50, full of regret.So I need you to be sure, okay? If we get married, you will never have children.Are you really okay with that?

Enormous Penis Syndrome?

E.P.S.It's all about awareness.That's why we're doing the fun run, the silent auction, the three-legged race.Of course, that's just one guy.You know what? I can't do this.You can let me out up here.

Why? You got a girlfriend or something?

Maybe something.

Kids, sometimes you realize the journey you've been taking has reached its final stop.So, the question becomes: Where do you go next?

Hey.Are you okay?

So he un-proposed.We're over.And I-I I-I know it's for the best.It's just I was finally ready for something serious.He seemed like the guy to take that next step with.But he couldn't look past this.I mean, who could?

I could.

I love you, Robin.

You've been complaining about this Barney guy so much, I'm starting to think that you like him.

Like his apartment.Check.Like his moves downtown.Check plus.But like him? Ugh.Please.

I'm just surprised he doesn't recognize you.He practically lives here.

practically ‚Ů‚Ć‚ń‚Ç

Gentlemen, give it up for Karma.

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