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Snorkeling.

Then, after I saved you from destroying a priceless crystal ashtray You're welcome.

Hello, my darling, my one true love, my everything.So, who wants to see that painting?

Ooh, if you show me yours, I'll show you mine.

So we check out the painting.

Huh.You know, that elephant painting would look nice in here.

You're looking at a masterpiece, and you're talking about some elephant painting?

No!

Oh, this one's nice, too.I just like the elephant painting better.

You know, it doesn't matter what you like.You're just a kindergarten teacher.

Ah, finally we're alone.

Oh, no, Lily, what did you do?

He was a jerk-- he deserved to have that precious painting stolen.

Oh, God, Lily, you didn't?

Of course I didn't.I stole this ashtray instead.

Lily!

Hey, you know the rules.You misbehave, I take away one of your toys.Aldrin Justice, baby.

So you're telling me that that ashtray that's been in our apartment for over a year and a half is not only stolen, but also very expensive.

Both of those things-- yes.

Guys, can you leave us alone for a minute, please?

Ooh, they're gonna do it.

No, we're gonna fight.And then maybe afterwards we'll do it.

I can't believe that was the same ashtray.I should've recognized it.

I know-- me, too.

Barney, you weren't there.Why is it so important that you be part of this story?

Because crazy stories are my thing.You have architecture, Marshall has the law, Lily has art, Robin has pleasing me sexually.You all have a passion that drives you.Well, if I have a passion, it's taking life and turning it into a series of crazy stories.If you can do that without me, then I don't even know who I am anymore.

You know what, Barney? Now that I think about it, you were there.

That's right, you were.

I was? Yeah.I mean, I know I was.That's what I'm saying, guys.

We just, uh we just didn't realize it because you were in disguise.

Yeah, you were doing, uh, one of your plays from the playbook.

On Shelly, the art consultant.

Yes, it was, uh, some play that had to do with art

The Royal Archduke of Grand Fenwick? A simple play you can do using two everyday household objects-- a Prussian military costume and an oil painting of yourself?

That's the one, and it worked on Shelly.

I totally nailed her! And then I nailed her sister who was even hotter.Good times.

You are gonna return that ashtray, and you're gonna pray that he doesn't press charges, because I can't be in a marriage where one of us is in prison.I know that we role-play conjugal visits a lot, but I can't do that for realsies.

I'm sorry-- all rulings are final.I am not taking it back.

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Oh, my God! Lily, what is the big deal? Okay, so what? So he said you're just a kindergarten teacher.Why do you let that bother you?

Because he was right.I am just a kindergarten teacher.And, yes, I have a degree in art history and I was meant to do something with it, but I didn't.Somewhere along the line, I forgot to pursue my dream, and and now I'm old and I'm a mom and it's just too late for me.

Somewhere along the line ‚˘‚‚̊ԂɂŠ pursue ’Ç‚˘‚Š‚Ż‚é

Lily, okay, okay.It's too late.No, no, no, it's not too it's not too late.You're gonna quit your job tomorrow, and you're gonna you're gonna go back and pick up right where you left off with that art stuff.And then you know what? I'm gonna find Shelly, and I'm gonna punch her in the face.I am-- I'm gonna punch a girl and run away.Look.I promise you, your best and your most exciting days are all ahead of you.

I love you so much for saying that, but there gets to be a point in life where that just stops being true.I'm sorry I stole this.I'll return it first thing tomorrow.

And so the next day, Lily returned to the Captain's apartment.

Well, how about that.I didn't even realize it was gone.No harm done.

No harm done –â‘č‚Č‚˘

Wait, if you weren't calling about the ashtray, then why'd you want to see me?

Follow me.

Oh, my gosh.

Yep, that night, I ducked back down into the gallery and bought it.

Shelly didn't stop you?

Shelly was off with some archduke she met at the party.No, I just well, I liked what you said about how you just liked it.

I still do.

Me, too.Anyway, I just sold it for $4 million.

What?

In the year and a half since I bought this piece, the artist has turned into a huge star in the art world.The next Basquiat, they're saying.And nobody saw it coming except you.So I've decided to give you half my earnings from the sale.I'm just kidding.I'm not giving you two million bucks.I mean, I could.Easily-- it wouldn't even make a dent for me.But trust me, the tax code being what it is, you do not want to be rich right now.So here's what I'm thinking.I want to get back in the art game, and I need a new art consultant.

make a dent ‚Ů‚ń‚̏­‚ľ‚ž‚Żi•ŕ‚ˇ‚é

Wait, are you offering me a job?

If you want it.What do you say?

And she said yes.Guys, it was amazing! You should have been there.

Barney! You were not there.

Let her tell her story.

Guys! What did you say, baby?

I said yes.

Ha! Told you! How would I know that she was going to say?

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