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Don't watch that tape!

Watch that tape! Well, sorry, I just really want to win the bet.

And here we go.

O-okay.Okay, fine, Barney.Watch our dirty little home movie, but be forewarned, at about the one minute mark, you're going to see me make this face.

forewarned that ‚ ‚ç‚Š‚ś‚ß’ˆÓ‚Ş•K—v‚Ĺ‚ ‚é

Oh, God, that's the face you made the day we rode motorcycles.

Yeah.Yeah.You really want to see that? A-and do you want to hear me go, uh

It can't sound like that.It can't.

I know that noise, I've heard it through the walls.I thought the neighbors had a sick cat.

Okay, but, Barney, just remember, you'll also be seeing a lot of this: Oh, yeah.Oh, yeah.It's this, but I'm not pregnant.

My skin is loose, like an elephant.

My boobs are perky and plump.

I slobber like a confused old dog.

slobber ‚ć‚ž‚ę‚𐂂炡

I slap my own ass.

I slap my own ass!

Barney that was my VCR.

Ted it was a VCR.

A week later, I picked Robin up at the airport.And took her out to dinner at her favorite restaurant.And by the end of the night, one thing had become clear:

It's not going to happen, is it?

I'm sorry.It's because of Barney.

What? No.Barney and I we No.No.It's just You know, things have just been so crazy lately.Everything in my life is unstable.I mean, you're one of the few things that I can count on.And I really don't want to mess that up.We-we we still have our deal, right? If we're both still single when we're 40?

Yeah.Yeah.No.Look I'm sorry.I-I can't do that anymore.As long as the door is even a little bit open, I have this feeling that I'll just be waiting around to see if I win the lottery when you turn 40.I think you know how you feel about me now, and I don't think time's going to change that.Just tell me.Do you love me?

No.

I'm sorry.We're great as friends.Let's just Let's just forget I ever said anything.

Bar.Alone.Now.

It's just a bump in the road.You guys are meant to be together.You can't give up.You i-it can still happen.

No.Marshall

What about the hot air balloon thing, with the ten dozen roses? And how's the sonnet coming, buddy?

Dude.You bet on the wrong horse.Let it go.Believe it or not, I'm happy about this.I'm I can finally move on.This is a good thing.Really.

Hey, Robin.

Oh, hey.Uh, look, before I forget, here's Lily's hairdryer.I borrowed it, like, a million years ago.

Yeah, you can keep that.Um Hey, listen, Ted told me what happened with you guys, and he says that he's at peace with it.

Oh, really? That's good.

He's lying, Robin.He's trying to be strong, but it's killing him, and so, as his best friend, I have to say something that he loves you just way too much to say.You gotta move out.

I know.

Here's the funny thing: In my own crazy way, I was kind of happy.For the first time in years, there was no little part of me clinging to the dream of being with Robin.Which meant, for the first time in years, the world was wide open.Because, kids when a door closes,you know the rest.

For Ted's sake, I hate to say this, but pay up.

Not yet.

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