Monday, October 10, 2011

Cleaning out my closet

Marshall: I'm going down there.

Barney: Dude, you can't do that.

Marshall: I have to go down there, and I have to tell her I love her; I have
to beg her to take me back, even if I have to get down on my knees.

Robin: Marshall, you can't do that.

Marshall: Oh, really, why not?

Ted: Because you're pathetic! I'm sorry, but right now, you are not Marshall. You are the miserable, whining, shampoo-sniffing ghost of Marshall, and frankly, a guy like you doesn't have a shot in hell with a girl like Lily. You know who might have a shot somewhere down the line?


The real Marshall.

But if you go down there right now like this, you're going to blow it for him, and he's never going to forgive you. Of course, whatever I say, you're just going to do the opposite, so have a great weekend. Good luck screwing up your life. Come on, Robin.

(clears throat) Is it still okay if we borrow the car?

You know what? You are talking to the master of moving on. and I feel obliged to advise you not to destruct yourself.


Operation Patient X is a no go.

Thanks Ted and Mate. A slap of reality is what I need