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How I met your mother ƒV[ƒYƒ“7yŒ´‘čzThe Magician's Code

Where should we go? Your place? My place? We could go on my honeymoon.Just kidding.Although, it is paid for.

I know where we should go.

Where?

Your wedding.I'm taking you back.

I don't understand.I thought you wanted this.

I do want this.I've thought about you so many times.What might have been But I got left at the altar, and it nearly killed me.You're someone's fiance, and I have to respect that.So let's hit a motel, jam in a quickie, and get you back to your wedding.It's the right thing to do.

Some part of me needed to hear you say that running away together wasn't an option.And now that I know that it's like I'm sobering up.Is there any way that we can just pretend this never happened?

sober up Œ‚˘‚Ş‚ł‚ß‚é

This never happened.

Mr.Flanagan wasn't banging my mom.

Well.Your flight left.We need to hold Mr.Stinson for further questioning.But you're free to go.

Maybe I should.

Wait! I'll show you the trick.Sir! May I please have the silk handkerchief in your top left breast pocket?

Well I don't have

Sim salabi ma sim salabi ma Relax, relax, it's part of the trick.

How did you get that through the X-Ray machine?

No questions from the audience, please!

What is that?

Madam, may I please have the key on your necklace?

Oh!

Is that gonna explode?

What?

Ahem.

What? Will you marry me?

Yes.

Come on, guys.We're losing the light for Baby's Second First Outing.

I hate to say it, but Robin nailed it.

Hey.

Guys, we've got something to tell you.

Eight or higher, bro.

We're engaged.

That's a that's a ten.We got another ten!

Oh Wow, big day!

Congratulations!

Thank you.

How did this happen?

Oh magic.

Oh.Uh, not to ruin the moment, but apparently little Marvin is quite stunned by the news.

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Well Yeah.

Do you guys mind recounting this romantic tale next to a Diaper Genie?

Oh, Marvin, you're about to hear your first love story!

Once up on a time, this creepy magic dude was boning Barney's mom

It's our last chance to run away together.Door's right there.

Yes, we'll start a new life.

Head for the border!

Canada!

Eh, Mexico.Canada sucks.

Okay, well, you're one-quarter Canadian, so by that logic you one-quarter suck.

I'm 100% awesome and you know it.

Yeah, I do.

Look, I-I hope this isn't weird, or anything, because

Barney I'm I'm really happy for you.Really?

Really.

You just drove right by the church.

I know.

The road to this day has had a few twists and turns, hasn't it?

Yeah.Just a few.In a weird way, it all makes sense, though, doesn't it?

Yeah.Yeah, it kind of does.

The bride wants to see me?

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