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Last night, Nick cried when I killed a spider.

You should have brought that spider over to my house to feast on the ant colony breeding on Victoria's unwashed dishes.

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Whoa!

Barney, what happened to you?

It was a nightmare.

I'm walking down the street, minding my own business, and I see one of the nannies that I interviewed, and I'm thinking, Maybe I can get her behind a Dumpster and interview her again.But then And then They were everywhere.I was surrounded!

Hey.Hi.

Did you really think you could get away with this?

As a matter of fact, I did, yeah.

Time for your nap!

I woke up in a Dumpster covered in diapers.And I found a pacifier somewhere I'm not willing to discuss.What is wrong with me?!

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You're still getting over Quinn.You can't just dive right back into single Barney mode.

But I can't stop myself! I'm out of control! No, I'm not.I'm fine! Now, if you'll excuse me, that blonde at the bar looks as loose as my rear molars.Stop me! Don't stop me! I'm fine.Help! Being single's great!

You know, Victoria's messiness just forces me to grow as a cleaner.

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Totally.And without Nick, who's gonna hem my pants?

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To making these relationships last.

Both relationships would implode within the month.

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Hey, sweetie.Hey.Did you guys conk out?

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Yeah, I guess we did.What time is it?

5:00.

Wow.We slept all day!

Quick question.Um, where's Marvin?

Right here.

Hey, gang.What's the big whoop?

Marvin! Dad, what happened?

Well, when I came back this morning from my jog, Marshall was gone, and I couldn't find Mrs.What's-her-face.And you two were sawing logs, so I figured I'd lend a hand.

Then, why did I wake up holding a monkey?

Well, a little later, I got kind of hungry.So I gave him a bath, and put his diaper rash ointment on, and fed him strained peas, not bananas, 'cause he had bananas yesterday, and I did the laundry, finished my burrito, put him down for his nap at noon, sterilized the bottles, and then we just went to the park.Okay.

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Wow.That's incredible.When did you get so good with kids?

You know something, honey, you don't remember this, but, um, for the first few years of your life, your mom worked, and I was a stay-at-home dad.

I thought Grandma and Grandpa took care of me.

Well, they visited a lot, but I was the guy who took care of you.You know, America thinks I ran into that burning house to get potato salad, but I actually ran in to get this photo album.And potato salad.Sure.

Dad, I never realized you were there for me.How come there are no pictures of me after I go to preschool?

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Oh.Okay, well, have fun on your first day of preschool, Princess.Okay.Off you go.There you go.Ugh! How am I gonna make it to 3:00 without her? Belmont Race Track? Hmm.I guess it couldn't hurt to go just once.

Six months later, guess what gambling addict's thumbs had metal pins in them? This guy.Look, honey, I was a jerk who wasn't there for most of your childhood, and I regret that every single day of my life.But I promise you, I'm here now for Marvin if you want.

You're hired.

Ten parking tickets, huh? I suppose there is a way I could, uh get you off. Why did I ever doubt a classic?

Now, now, now.This is exactly the sort of behavior you hired me to put an end to, Mr.Stinson.Off with you, dear.Go make better decisions!

You're right.Thanks, Mrs.Buckminster.

You're welcome.And I'm proud of you for trying to change.What you're doing with these young women is simply not appropriate.

That can never happen again.

Oh, pish-posh.You said that five times ago.

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