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Kids, I'll never forget the first time I told your mother I loved her.It was a rainy day in New York.We just had a horrible lunch.The movie we wanted to see was sold out, and I just looked at her and said, I love you. It was a big deal for me.I hadn't said that to a girl since

I love you, Robin.I'm serious.Do you remember why we broke up in the first place? We asked each other, Where do you want to be in five years? And our answers were just too different.Well, it's five years later, and where are we? Standing on the roof where I kissed you for the first time.I know this is a lot to process, so no pressure here.Just what do you think? You know what? You're exhausted, it's late.Let's just go to sleep.Well, good night.

What the hell was that? Okay, I can fix this.I-I was just temporarily insane because of my Lyme disease, which I got on a camping trip that I didn't tell her about because I go camping in secret.Perfect.Or I could say, I'm sorry, we're great as friends.Let's just forget I ever said anything. Yeah, that's probably better.Okay, here goes.

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I go camping in secret.

Wow, Ted, I wow, okay.You got to give me a minute here.

Of course.

We need to talk about this. This time yesterday, I was in Vermont engaged to another man.I mean, it's been 24 hours of emotional mayhem, and, and the day is still not over.I mean, I swear to God, if there's any more surprises, I'm gonna hit someone!

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That means, Hello, coworker.You ready for our trip to Mother Russia?

Oh, yeah, Aunt Robin was thrilled World Wide News asked her to go to Moscow to cover Maslenitsa.She was less thrilled to discover Maslenitsa is the city's annual butter festival.Even worse, she'd spend an entire week with all those buttery Russians and her archenemy Patrice.

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Uh, our flight leaves at 9:00 p.m., not a.m.God Patrice!

But, Robin, the schedule says 9:00 a.m. and my ticket says 9:00 a.m.and all the e-mail reminders said 9:00 a.m. and our boss in the car downstairs said

Okay, Patrice, I get it!

Oh, no!

Pair of pants coming in hot! Noise-canceling headphones.

Oh, I don't need 'em.

It's a ten-hour flight and your sitting next to Patrice.

Oh, God, where's my cough syrup?

You're gonna make it.I'll bring your bag down.Where are my shoes? Where are my shoes?!

Don't worry.It's fine.And look, about all this

Just go.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Why didn't I kiss her?

We'll continue this when I get back.

Hello.

I know it's early, but can you meet me at the bar right now, alone?

I'm on my way.I got to meet Ted at the bar.

It's 7:00 a.m.Man, Ted really needs to work on his boundaries.

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Shh, guys, seriously.

Why are you in our bed?

I took the drunk train and got stuck out here.Oh, God, I am so hungover.Oh, God, Lily's not wearing a bra! Shh!

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Bye, baby.

Do you think?

Okay, I already know I don't want to hear this.

Do you think that if we did it

Yeah, I was right.I don't want to hear this.

and I did a really good job

Please leave.that

I could turn that into my baby?

I think I'm gonna throw up.

Morning sickness?

No.

It's crazy, right? Are you shocked?

No, I'm not shocked.You're in love with Robin.Do you remember back at Christmas when she was upset, you didn't even know why, and you spent eight hours setting up Christmas lights in the apartment just to cheer her up.

That was a platonic friend thing.

A platonic friend thing? Really? Ted, let me ask you a question.Would you have done that for me? You probably would have.You're such a good friend, Ted.

You, too, buddy.

I'm going into the city.Just, while I'm gone, don't go snooping around in our stuff.I know you think we have a sex tape hidden somewhere, so I'll save you the trouble.We don't.Good-bye.

Here's that moment from Barney's perspective.

We have a sex tape hidden somewhere.

Challenge accepted.

Robin again? Why does everyone keep going after Robin? How come no one ever takes a run at me?

Barney hits on you every day.

Yeah, but he just wants to bang me.I want something real.

I know, babe.

Double A Cleaning.

Consuela, it's Barney.I need you and the girls for the afternoon.

Of course, right away, Mr.Barney.Are you at home now?

No, I'm at a house on Long Island.I'll text you the details.It's a big job.The place has been ransacked.

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We'll get right on it.

Thanks, Consuela, you're the best.

Ted, I know you're ready to go with this whole you-and-Robin thing, but is she ready to go?

Is she ready to go?

We'll continue this when I get back.

So

Are you sure that it wasn't?

We'll continue this when I get back.

Okay.

What?! No! Damn it, Lily, why are you rooting against me?

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I'm not rooting against you.

Yes, you are.

No, I'm not.

Yes, she was.You see, at that very moment

Long-term bets? Lily bets Marshall that Barney will be die by murder. Marshall bets Lily that Robin will never return their hair dryer. Lily bets Marshall that Ted'll go bald. Marshall bets Lily that if Ted goes bald he'll totally pull it off. My God! They're placing bets on our lives.And I'm sorry, Ted cannot pull off bald.You know Ted.I'm right about this.

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