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海外ドラマで英語リスニング学習中
Kids, 2012 started out kind of crazy.Barney met a girl named Quinn, Kevin unproposed to Robin, I told Robin
I love you, Robin.
When I asked if she loved me back, she said
No.
Marshall told Robin
You got to move out.
And Robin did.
I can't even open her bedroom door anymore.Why do I have to be so sensitive?
I don't know, bro.Look at me and that Quinn chick.You don't hear me prattling on about how beautiful her smile is, how her hair is like a waterfall of honey-colored silk, how her eyes are like a warm South Sea kissed by the fire and gold of sunrise.I don't even remember what she looks like.
prattle くだらないおしゃべりする
Dude, you obviously like her.
Can't you read between the lines, Ted? I obviously like her.How did this happen to me? When did I become such a gooey romantic?
Look, I think it's healthy that you have real feelings for a woman instead of just seeing her as an object.Switch?
Sure.
But why Quinn? I mean, you spent one night with her, and she was kind of mean.
We just connected.Emotionally, intellectually, spiritually.
intellectually 知的に
So, mind-blowing sex?
Mind-blowing sex! For an hour afterwards, I couldn't uncross my eyes.Which was awesome, because when I went back for seconds, It was like having a three-way with twins.
So call her.
I would if I knew how to get in touch with her, but I can't, and it's driving me crazy.Everywhere I look, I see her.I see her walking on the street; I see her shopping in the store; I see her dancing on that pole.
I see her dancing on that pole, too.
Oh, my God, that's Quinn.
Gentlemen, give it up for Karma.
give it up for に拍手する
I really appreciate you guys taking me in.I mean, I'm homeless, things between me and Ted are still kind of weird.So, it's nice to be around friends.
Well, stay as long as you want, sweetie.
Oh, thank you.
Mm.Now, I got you a journal.I know this sounds lame, but it really helps work through stuff to write about it.
Oh.Dear Diary.The fantasies of killing Marshall's mom have become more vivid.Today, I scalped her with a
vivid 鮮明になる
Whoops, that one's mine.You are going to have so much fun here.
Oh, guys, please, do not feel like you have to keep me entertained.
Well, you shouldn't have come to East Meadow, Long Island, Robin, if you didn't want to be entertained.
Really? I didn't think there was a ton to do here.
Oh, apparently, someone hasn't heard of the Uniondale Miniatures Museum.
You'll come for the 19th century thimble art, but you'll stay for the Dutch masters on bottle caps.
Plus, you'll be bowling with two charter members of the East Meadow Alley Cats.
We're a hot dog eating team with a bowling problem.
Shirley came up with that one.Great bowler, Shirley.She hit 280 the other day.
Unfortunately, that was on her bathroom scale.
When Robin moved out, there was a hole in my life in the shape of an empty bedroom.I filled it with a new hobby.
What are you doing in my old room?
This room being empty was bumming me out, so I decided to do something healthy that would take my mind off you.
bum out 落ち込ませる take one's mind off 忘れる
Well, nothing says healthy like smoking 40 pounds of pork loin in an unventilated room while having an imaginary conversation with your ex.
unventilated 喚起されていない
Just for that, you're not getting any.
I'm not getting any? You're the one smoking your own meat.Oh!
What am I gonna do about this Quinn thing? I want to ask her out again, but I don't know how I feel about her being a stripper.
Why would you have an issue with that? I mean, you've dated convicted felons, arms dealers pageant moms.
Hey, Quinn is someone I might want to get serious with, not just pretend to be a judge Tiffany's mom really wanted that tiara.
In a city of eight million people, you happened to walk into the club where she works? Maybe it's destiny.
No, Destiny strips at The Melon Patch.They're people, Ted; try to keep them straight.Wait a minute.What if this is destiny?
I just said
What if the universe is throwing us in each other's path for some reason?
More or less exactly what I
I don't care what you say, this is destiny! Damn it, Ted! Why can't you ever root for love?
Hey.
Hey.
Quinn
No, listen, in here I'm Karma, okay?
Got it.Uh, look, Karma, I swear I never say crap like this, but I think maybe the universe is telling us something.You want to go out again?
I'm sorry, I don't date customers.
What about destiny?
I heard she's over at The Melon Patch now.
No, I mean like fate telling us that we're supposed to be
Oh, listen, Barney, my manager is really giving me the stink eye.I have to get back to work.
stink eye にらむ
Okay, wait, wait.What if I pay for a dance? That way, your manager's happy, and then I can to tell you why you should go on another date with me.
I guess there's no reason why not.
Okay, first off, we have a lot in common.For example, both of our jobs are largely financed by drunk Asian businessmen.
Dear Diary.It is day four on this island, which the natives have dubbed Long Island, perhaps referencing how each hour here feels like it may never end.So far, they have welcomed me and given me a rare glimpse into their bizarre way of life.By entertainment, they mean table shuffle board, macrame classes, and other non-stimulating activities which are only used in Manhattan to calm down drug addicts and the criminally insane.A preliterate society, their menus display pictures of the food they offer, everyone is forced to sing Happy Birthday four or five times a meal, and dessert has fireworks in it.In their lairs, they often don a primitive shroud called a Snugget, and it is not uncommon for them to go to sleep before 9 p.m., fearing, as they do, the night.Also Diary, I think writing in you is stupid, but you were a gift from Lily, and she's watching me right now.
dub 呼ぶ
Guys, um, I don't want to overstay my welcome, and Patrice said that she would take me off your hands.So, do you have a train schedule or
Oh, yeah, um, but-but there's a-a problem with the train.
Big, big problem.
There was a
Strike.
A lightning strike.
That hit one of the picketers who was on strike.
During a thunderstorm.
Plus, you don't want to be a burden on Patrice.
Yeah, she probably doesn't even want you there.
You guys are being weird.
Oh! Oh! Oh, my God, Robin, I am so sorry.I'll throw these in the wash.They'll be dry and folded in the morning.Or the weekend.And we can talk about you leaving then.Or never.
Wait, Lily, why don't
It's 8:45, time to hit the hay.
hit the hay ベッドに入る
Good night!