It was the Fall of 2009 and I was a professor now.
So I decided to change my look a little bit.
And people were noticing.
Ah, tweed.
Textile of the eunuch.
You know, I've always
Wondered why those tweed jackets have elbow patches.
Because the people who wear them are constantly going,
"Aw, geez, why can't I get laid?"
You are wrong. Get laid?
The ladies dig the professor look.
You know, there is something to that.
I remember thinking my tenth grade math teacher
Was very sexy.
I wonder if Harold's still in jail.
What?
Tax evasion.
(quietly): Among other things.
So guys, Marshall
And I wanted to invite you to our place
For a little couples' night.
Uh, sure. Why not?
For years, Marshall and Lily had been the only
Married couple in a group full of single people.
It got lonely.
(doorbell rings) so they were always
Searching for another couple
To double-date.
There was only one problem.
Welcome. Gouda?
They sucked at it.
(laughing): This is great.
We're having fun. You're having fun, right?
So, should we just go ahead
And lock the four of us in for new year's?
Um, it's April.
Right. Sorry.
We're getting ahead of ourselves.
Let's talk Thanksgiving.
Our parents really want to meet you!
Well, we should probably be going.
Wait. But, wait, if you leave now,
Colonel mustard just gets away with it.
It's getting pretty late. We're going to go.
There's still pie.
Tonight was fantastic. We should do it again.
I'm sorry, Marshall, but Falguni and I
Are just not that into you.
And you.
But just when Lily and Marshall were about to give up,
Two of their best friends in the world got together.
And hope returned to their hearts.
Wohoo!
So when Lily said...
Marshall and I wanted to invite you to our place
For a little couples' night.
Um, sure, why not?
.Barney and Robin had no idea
What they were about to walk into.
Okay. Game time.
Let's review the flow of the room.
Barney and Robin enter here.
Stop here for margaritas.
That's a great conversation starter.
We can tell them about our trip to Cabo.
Great, 'cause I got that story about Sammy Hagar
Anthe Belgian waffle locked and loaded.
Then we'll move on to the hot apps station.
And, depending on how things are going,
Some lively pre-dinner charades.
Right, but, uh, we'll play that one by...
Sounds like?
Okay, you can be Robin's partner.
(doorbell rings)
Oh... Baby, we can do this.
Welcome. Gouda?
Meanwhile, my half-baked theory
That ladies dig the professor look
Was actually proving to be true
So is it hard to grade papers?
No, you've just got to make it fun.
For example, uh, every time I spot a grammatical error,
I do a shot.
I'm trashed right now, and I blame
Our public school system.
Sometimes things just seem to magically fall into place.
So, you said you live right upstairs...
Whether it's in the dating world...
Take care. Bye. (laughs) bye!
...Or the double-dating world.
Nailed it!
Best night ever!
Worst night ever.
(imitates gunshot)
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Hey, how was the big couples' night with Marshall and Lily?
Brutal. Really? How?
It was like we were on a date
With a sad, chubby girl our mom made us call.
And they were so nervous,
That they weren't even making sense half of the time.
Hey. Come on in.
Would you like a margarita?
In Cabo, I saw Sammy Hagar eating a Belgian waffle! Come on in.
And they kept shoving platters of food in our faces.
Let me guess: Did Marshall get, like,
Super intense about the cheese?
(gasps): Yeah, how'd you know?
Poor Marshall.
Lily's this gourmet cook, and all she lets Marshall
Is pick out one sad block of cheese.
That's prosciutto-wrapped melon.
You guys are going to want to get in on this gouda.
That's seared scallops with a mango chutney.
Seriously, don't sleep on the gouda.
And that's
Lobster ravioli in a black truffle oil.
Ooh... Tick-tock goes the gouda clock.
Um, we-we-we didn't realize there was gonna be dinner.
We sucked down a couple tacos outside the subway.
P.S., not sitting great.
And if anything didn't go according to plan,
They would freak out.
What do you mean, the egg timer is broken?
What are we going to use for charades, sweetie?
I'm working on it, darling.
Okay? Just stall them.
Now, Robin...
You work in television.
We're experiencing some technical difficulties.
(laughs): You get that?
We're still laughing.
Right? Laugh, Marshall.
(laughs)
(Lily and Marshall continue laughing)
Come on, they just got excited.
They've been looking for couple best friends forever.
Plus, I'm sure they weren't that bad.
Show him.
This is a web site
Marshall already made about last night.
It's called itwasthebestnightever.com.
(acoustic guitar strums)
Marshall: * it was the best night ever *
* laughter raining down like April showers *
* oh, we talked for hours... *
* best night ever * oh, that's not good.
* then we played charades *
* Lily made some creme brulee, lay-lay-lay-lay *
* and now that we're best couple friends *
* there's only one thing *
* left to say... *
* are you free? Are you free? Are you free? *
* are you free? Are you free next Saturday? *
That's the 17th. * are you free? *
Friday or Sunday would also work.
Or basically any other day.
Needless to say, we've both changed our e-mail addresses.
I don't understand.
If last night went so horribly,
Why do Lily and Marshall think it was such a hit?
I mean, we knew we were gonna have fun tonight,
But we had no idea how much.
Oh. Yeah, tough luck,
Every Saturday night I've ever had,
'cause this one just blew you out of the water.
Let's do it again, soon. Yeah, we'll call you.
They're your friends!
Why would you just blatantly lie to them like that?
Well, that's what you say at the end of a crappy date.
Hey, Ted. Great time last night.
Well, let's do it again, soon. I'll...uh, call you.
(door closes) Right?
Who was that?
Oh, I don't want to brag,
But it seems chicks are really digging
The whole professor thing.
Last night,
She picked me up at the bar.
And then... Well, she actually
Wound up falling asleep on the couch.
But, hey, that happens.
Uh, no, it doesn't.
Sure, it does.
You know, she was,
She was just exhausted from being turned on.
But you heard her.
She wants to do it again, soon.
Ted, let me ask you a question.
Where does this girl live, exactly?
Westchester. Why?
(laughs)
You're the sexless innkeeper.
Oh, my god! You're right!
He's totally the sexless innkeeper!
What the hell is "the sexless innkeeper"?
Ted, many a man-- nay, many a soul--
Has their own tale of the sexless innkeeper.
Why, I had run-in with one just last year.
I even composed a poem about it.
Would you care to hear it? Not really.
T'was the night before new year's,
And the weather grew mean.
It was 3:00 in the morning,
And I was stranded in queens.
The tavern grew empty,
The gas lights grew dim.
The horse-drawn carriages were all but snowed in...
Wait. If this was last year,
Why are you acting like it was Oliver Twist?
Ted, it's a poem.
Last call was approaching,
And my fortunes looked bleak.
Then I turned to my left
And stifled a shriek.
She had a peach fuzz beard
And weighed 16 stone.
She gobbled up hot wings
And swallowed the bones.
I muffled a scream
And threw up in my mouth.
I asked, "where do you live?"
And she said, "one block south."
I swallowed my pride
And six shots of whiskey.
And prayed to the gods
That she wasn't too frisky.
Back in her cave, she prepared us a snack.
'neath her mighty hooves, the floorboards did crack.
But when she returned,
She found a sound sleeper.
And thus she became
The sexless innkeeper.
And so are you
Wait, you're saying that girl
Just used me for a place to crash?
Ted, you mentioned that you live right upstairs.
She saw the tweed jacket which basically says
You're not interested in, nor probably even capable of, having sex.
And she thought, "hey, free lodging."
No way.
I'm not the sexless innkeeper.
Ted, that girl had no intention
Of ever hooking up with you.
Which is funny, because usually
It's the innkeeper who offers turndown service. Oh!
(laughing)
Hey, guys. Good news.
First of all, you can ignore all the e-mails
And texts we've sent you.
We have. Go on.
Because we went ahead and booked
That couples' weekend for all of us in Vermont!
Wait, you guys were serious about that?
Oh, we never joke about b&b's,
Especially at the height of syrup season.
Check it out.
Saturday we've got apple-picking,
Antiquing, then a hated hay ride.
And then on Sunday, we're up at 6:00 a.m. for the fall foliage hike.
Now, you better pack your long johns, 'cause it is cold up there.
Look! I'm sorry that we have been dodging your calls,
But we respect you guys too much
As friends to give you some song and dance.
You deserve the truth.
(sighs)
The US Navy has found intelligent alien life
At the bottom of the ocean.
For reasons I can't explain, Robin and I
Have been tapped to lead the expedition.
Wow, Barney.
That kind of sounds like the stuff you say to girls
When you're too much of a coward to dump them. Yeah.
You know, that's exactly what it sounds like.
But if that's true, that's awesome.
What's going on?
Look, all the couple-y stuff, it's just not us.
Barney and I are barely equipped to date each other,
Let alone you guys.
Plus, the alien thing.
Come on, Marshall. Let's go.
No...Lily... You know what?
I hope those underwater aliens are cold-blooded.
'cause then you guys will get along just fine.
I think they bought it.
I can't believe they broke up with us.
We're so lovable.
No, we're not. We're ugly and gross.
I thought we did everything right.
I know!
I know. We had the gouda.
We had my waffle story.
I even sent them a awesome photo montage.
Nothing.
Oh, dear god.
Marshall, we've been over and over this.
You have to stop sending those to people.
It was true.
Marshall had become addicted to creating songs
And photo montages documenting various mundane events.
So for months, all of Marshall's
friends and professional colleagues
Were getting e-mails like this...
Marshall: * ordered Chinese food today *
* some moo shu pork sauce got away *
* flipped the cushion *
* now everything's okay. *
* cat-sitting for Lily's mom *
* it's gonna be fun *
* it's gonna bring us all closer together. *
* cat funeral *
* it was an accident *
* and not entirely my fault *
* cat funeral * * meow, meow, meow, meow *
* cat funeral *
Marshall: We'll miss you, whiskers.
* meow, meow, meow, meow, meow... *
I can't believe you sent them one of those.
They think we're insane now.
If I recall, they didn't dump us
Until you brought up that Vermont trip.
It was way too early.
First, a boat ride around the city,
Then a trip to Vermont.
It's a rookie mistake, and you're better than that.
Oh, what about you forgetting
To check the egg timer for charades?
I gave you one thing to do, Marshall. One thing.
One thing?
Wow. Really?
So, I guess that gouda
Just walked itself right through the door...
...Sliced itself up,
And arranged itself in a perfect semi-circle
Around not three, not four...
But five different kinds
Of sturdy, cheese-bearing crackers?
You're a sturdy, cheese-bearing cracker!
Guys, Lily and Marshall haven't been to the bar all week.
They're taking this really hard.
Ted, I could listen to this guilt trip all day,
But don't you have to get back up to the inn?
I mean, who's working the front desk?
Seriously, they're your friends.
You got to go apologize.
To your point, Ted, as an innkeeper,
Do you do that cheapy thing
Where you only change the linens upon request?
I mean, I mean, I mean, how much water is that actually saving?
Robin, you know I'm right.
Ignoring a problem doesn't make it go away.
Usually, it just makes it bigger.
You're right.
Thank you.
All that sexlessness has made you wise.
For god's sake!
Mint on the pillow, Ted!
And don't charge for wi-fi. It seems greedy! It does.
(laughing)
Narrator: But eventually,
Even Barney and Robin had to admit
They owed Lily and Marshall an apology.
Hey.
We wanted to say we're sorry.
Oh. I wish you had called.
Marshall: I swear, he was right there
Just eating a Belgian waffle!
(laughter)
Well, he can't have enjoyed it
As much as I'm enjoying this gouda!
Oh!
Um, listen,
Now's not a good time.
We'll call you.
Wai.t We just want...
Hey! Hey, guys. Hey. Long time no see.
Have a seat. Sit.
Oh, we can't. We're here with Py and Shea.
Yeah, sorry.
Oh, it's just... We haven't seen you guys all week.
Hey, maybe all six of us could hang out. Yeah.
Oh, it might be weird. We're kind of on a double date.
Wouldn't want you to feel like a fifth and sixth wheel.
Who the hell are these people?
They just moved here from Hawaii.
Py is a total foodie and Shea, well... Mmm!
She's...
Shea...Shea is just...
(both laughing)
(sighing contentedly)
Anyhoo, we can't stay long.
We're just gonna grab a quick beer and then take these kooks
For a boat ride around the city.
Wow, it sounds like this is getting pretty serious.
Well, we don't want to jinx it, but, uh...
We kind of think they might be the two.
Ooh.
Pfft, who needs 'em?
Pfft. Not us.
(laughing)
* livin' alone *
* we think of all the friends we've known *
* but when we dial the telephone *
* nobody's home *
Hi. Two for dinner.
Just the two of you?
* all by ourselves *
* don't want to be *
* all by ourselves anymore *
* all by ourselves... *
Hey, why don't we call
That weird couple down the hall from you?
You know, with the ferrets?
Maybe they want to come over and play taboo.
After midnight? No way.
We can't tabooty-call them, it's pathetic.
Hey, guys.
(groaning)
Barney, are you wearing sweat pants?
Maybe. But they're Armani.
Okay, guys, I've got some bad news for you.
So I'm just going to come out and say it.
You're a couple.
And no matter how hard you try to fight it,
Couples need other couples.
That's why you miss Marshall and Lily.
And can't you just admit that?
(laughing) Oh, yeah!
That was amazing, Lily!
I know!
When I got that left-hand- yellow, I was like, "what?!"
You guys are the best.
Oh, right back at you!
(knocking at door)
(ticking)
(bell dings)
(ticking continues)
(bell dings)
(ticking continues)
Ding.
For charades.
How do we know you two won't hurt us again?
You don't.
You know what?
We have two very nice people up in that apartment
Who are perfect for us.
Then what are you doing,
Standing out in the rain with us?
Damn it.
Why is there something so attractive about a bad boy...
And girl?
I think we can change them.
Come here, you two.
(sobbing)
We'll never sleep on the gouda again.
* all by ourselves... *
Hey, Barney. I got a little poem for you.
You want to hear it? No, not really.
'twas the night before, I had hours to kill.
I sat in the tavern, grading parchments with quill.
With quill?
Barney. It's a poem.
A busty, young lassie flashed me a grin.
Her garb said "classy," but her eyes whispered "sin."
She said, "you're a teacher?"
I said, "yes, indeed."
"I must have you," she moaned.
"I'm turned on by tweed."
With haste we did scamper
To my chamber anon.
We fell to the couch, and, bro, it was on.
I unlaced her bodice.
Our passions grew deeper.
And thus ends the tale of the sexless innkeeper.
No way.
You made that up.
Are you coming back bed, professor?
Whew!
God, I love being single.
Barney, you ready for brunch with Lily and Marshall?
What have I done?
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