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In May of 2009, I was on the verge
of scoring my first big client

as an independent architect.

I was willing to do anything
to make it happen.

Here's what we want, son.
It's real simple.

We're opening a restaurant
called Rib Town

and we want it to be shaped

like a cowboy hat.

Anything.

A cowboy hat?

That's brilliant.

I love it! I mean,

nothing says delicious like
the inside of a cowboy hat, right?

Look, I'm telling you...
I'm your guy. I...

I think I was born

to design this building. I just...

I see it.

I don't see it! I don't see it!
I don't see it!

- What's so good about it?
- Up all night?

I told these guys
I have a vision for this thing.

They want to see a pitch in a week
and I got nothing.

It's cute.

Cute?

I could be designing concert halls

and bridges.
Bridges so beautiful

they could be in museums.

And I could design those museums.

But what am I designing instead?
What has my career come to?

A two-story Stetson

with outdoor dining on the brim.

It's a sick cosmic joke.

The universe is conspiring
against me.

You just need to get out
of the house. Take a walk.

Get a bagel.

That'll solve everything.
I haven't slept for 34 hours,

but a bagel is the answer.

A cinnamon raisin bagel
with a little cream cheese.

Actually, that sounds pretty good...
I'm going to get a bagel.

Bring an umbrella.
It's supposed to rain,

according to Galoshes,
our weather clown.

Your show has a clown
who does the weather?

That's a little cheesy,
don't you think?

And what's that restaurant
you're designing shaped like,

Hoss?

Fine. You want me out of the house,
I'll get out of the house.

Can't wait to see what the universe
has lined up for me out there.

Kids, I've been telling you the story
of how I met your mother.

And while there's many things
to learn from this story,

this may be the biggest.

The great moments of your life won't
necessarily be the things you do.

They'll also be the things
that happen to you.

Now, I'm not saying
you can't take action

to affect the outcome of your life.

You have to take action,

and you will.

But never forget that, on any day,

you could step out the front door

and your whole life
can change forever.

You see, the universe
has a plan, kids,

and that plan is always in motion.

A butterfly flaps its wings...

and it starts to rain.

It's a scary thought.
But it's also kind of wonderful.

All these little parts of the machine
constantly working,

making sure that you end up exactly
where you're supposed to be,

exactly when you're supposed
to be there.

The right place

at the right time.

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How I Met Your Mother
4x22 - Right Place Right Time

par la "Have You Met Team"
pour www.forom.com

Kids, that's a miracle that
I ended up on that street corner.

Especially when you consider how easy
it would have been not to end up there.

I mean, for instance, when I first
stepped out of the apartment,

I almost went right instead of left.

Why didn't I go right?

To answer that,
we have to go back a few days.

As you know, back then, your
Aunt Robin hosted a morning show.

Now Eunice here
makes all of these purses herself.

They're hand embroidered
with the world's finest silk.

And each one takes months

to make. I cannot emphasize

how much work goes into...

Go to weather, you idiot.

Hey, everybody. We got a high pressure
system coming in from the west and...

On the plus side,

I bought the cutest purse today.

So, wait, why did you throw up?

- You don't want to know.
- Come on. Tell me.

I'm pregnant.

I will raise this child with you.

You are not alone in this.
We can even get married if you want,

but I still want to see other girls,
so it would have to be

- one of those kinds of marriages...
- God, stop it. I'm not pregnant.

It's food poisoning.

I ate something from this place and,

three hours later, I was

spewing like an open hydrant.

God. From where?

Well, that's a gross question.

Where was the food from?

- I don't want to tell you.
- What?!

Go to YouTube. Put in "Robin
Scherbatsky morning show vomit".

Hey, Robin. Home so soon.

Someone already put it on YouTube?

Yeah.

Someone.

So... why you been throwing up?
You pregnant?

Yeah, Barney. I'm pregnant.

Wait, why won't you tell me
where you got food poisoning?

You love this place.
If I tell you, it'll just ruin it.

That makes sense.

Don't tell me.

Is it that Indian place
where the cat jumps

- on all the tables?
- I'm not saying.

That Spanish place
with the baby's crib

- in the middle of the restaurant?
- I'm not saying.

Is it this place?
Tell me, damn you!

Fine. You really want to know?

It's Schlegel's Bagels.

Why did you tell me that?

Schlegel's?

Thanks a lot, Robin.

Now I'm going to have to try
to find another place in New York

that serves bagels.

So, you see, kids, if I had gone
to Schlegel's Bagels as usual,

I would have taken a right.

I would have gotten a bagel...

gone home, worked
on the old hat building,

and you kids might never
have been born.

But I turned left instead,

to go to my second-favorite
bagel place

and the rest is history.

Of course, I stopped at that
magazine stand on the way.

Why did I stop there?

Here's why.

Bro's Life magazine.

Page 83.

Check it.

"What your paintball gun
says about your personality"?

Below that.

"That last five pounds,
how to get her to lose them."

Above that.

Petra Petrova.

Petra Petrova.

Bro's Life magazine's Girl
of the Year

for May.

A delicate flower in stiletto pumps
and leopard panties,

straddling an ATV.

These magazines are so lame.
She's probably airbrushed

- and enhanced.
- I have a date with her.

You are my hero! Are you serious?
How do you have a date with her?

Not part of the story.

I have been waiting a long time
to say this.

This girl...

is the one.

Of course she's the one.
You have to marry those. Her.

Marry?

I have something much,
much more special in mind.

Petra here, if all goes well,

will be my... wait for it...
two hundredth.

Sorry, I couldn't wait.
It's all too exciting.

Your two hundredth, as in

"sex with"?

As in "sex with."

I request the highest of fives.

Not if I was wearing a HazMat suit.

200 is too many.

Right, 'cause there can be
too many of something wonderful.

"Hey, Babe Ruth, easy, big fella.
Let's not hit too many homers."

"Hey, Steve Guttenberg,

maybe just make three Police Academy
movies. America's laughed enough."

Who are these girls?

That was rhetorical.
Don't show me the list.

199 satisfied customers.

Anyway, the big night is thursday.

I'm having a celebratory soir�e
beforehand at MacLaren's.

Prepare a toast.

Black tie optional, but preferred.

Gifts are, look, I would say
unnecessary, but follow your heart.

Barney, 200's too many.

- It's not too many.
- It's too many!

- It's not too many.
- Thank you.

No, don't get me wrong.

You're disgusting,
and the cops should probably

clamp a boot on your genitals, but

that number should be higher.

After Barney told me about all this,
I crunched the numbers and,

well...

I had some charts made up.

Barney here hits on roughly

20 girls a week.

It's way more than 20.

And B. Smooth
don't do nothing roughly.

Let's say 20.
So, 20 girls a week means

1,040 girls a year.

In Barney's 16 years
of sexual activity,

that means he's hit on 16,640 girls.

Now, if he's bedded 199 of them,

that is a success, right of...

a little... over...

one percent.

That's a batting average of 12,

eight times worse than
the career batting average of

one-handed pitcher, that's right,

pitcher...

Jim Abbott.

Jealous.

Jealous.

Hero.

Suspiciously quiet

during this conversation
about number of sex partners.

Hero.

It's the grand total.
That's the only number that matters.

- Says who?
- Matthew Panning,

the stud of Port Richmond
Middle School.

Stinson, you're such a dweeb-o. I bet
you never even done it with a girl.

Neither have you.

How many times do I have
to explain this?

I've done it with 100 girls.

They're seventh graders at my
cousin's school on Long Island.

You know what, Matthew?
Someday, I'm gonna do it with 200.

Call me when that happens.

And call him I will.

I think he's gonna say it
again really slow.

Call him...

I will.

You listed Gaby Allan twice,
as 78 and 162.

What? Let me see. Seventy...

Once.
Oh, my God.

Wait a... I counted
the same girl twice?

That means I'm only at one 198?

That only means that you're half
a percent less gross than we thought.

I'm seducing a Czech supermodel
in two hours.

I can't squander that on 199.

Petra has to be 200.

What are you going to do? It's not
like you're going to find someone new

to have sex with
in the next two hours

Barney Stinson, millionaire astronaut.
Want to come back to my place

- and see some moon shells?
- Go away.

I just got back from my
wife's grave. Put her in the ground

a year ago today. Man, I miss her.

- I sure could use some comfort.
- You're creepy.

Man, aren't you sick
of all the games?

I just want to settle down and have
a gaggle of rug rats, like, right now.

I have Mace, and I enjoy using it.

Knowing how important this is to me, do
you think Lily would even consider...

And by the way,
I would do all the work...

I will end your life.

Where'd Barney go?
It's been over an hour.

You know, looking over
the names on this list,

I'm not sensing
a lot of ethnic diversity.

He should really
look at that in himself.

All done.

199 done, one more to go.

Hey, you done with your drink?

There's the stuff.

What the hell happened to you?

So... there's this girl at my gym...

Pauline. She's been after me
for some time.

- Why'd you wait until now?
- She's not exactly my type.

Looking good, Pauline.

You are gonna rip it up at the

Women's Pumping Iron Classic
in Sarasota this fall.

So... I was thinking...

about you and me...

and if you're still interested...

Okay, blondie,
time for Mama's cardio!

Every inch of her

tasted like roast beef and creatine.

But I did it.

I did it and I still have 30 minutes
before I'm supposed to meet Petra.

Robin, do you have any concealer
handy? I'd really like to

cover up some bruises
and razor burn.

I hate to break this to you, but...

- What?
- Well...

you did count
Gaby Allan twice, but...

you also went from 138 to

138. You used the same number twice.

Wait, so, that means...

Pauline wasn't 199 Pauline was 200?!

Congratulations!

That was supposed to be Petra!
Petra was supposed to be 200!

Gorgeous, feminine, doesn't wear
a weight belt in bed, Petra!

Come on. You made it to 200.

You should be proud.

You should be tested
but you should be proud.

Who cares if Pauline doesn't pose
for bikini pictures in magazines?

Actually, she does.

She's gonna be in next week's issue
of Muscle Sexxy.

And like many of the ladies
in that magazine,

Sexxy has two X's and one Y.

And so, on my way to get a bagel,

I stopped at a newsstand
for a full minute

to check out a picture
of Barney's 200th.

If I hadn't done that, I would've
walked right by the newsstand,

cut down 77th and gotten
to that corner a minute early.

I would've gotten the bagel,
done some work,

and you kids might never
have been born.

Now, why did I cut down 77th,
and give a dollar to the homeless guy?

Here's why.

Back when Marshall first started
working at Goliath National Bank...

Fran, I don't mean to bother you

but I have a big presentation
tomorrow and it would really help

if I could get like some
charts and graphs made up.

Could you help me with that?

Honey, this is the
graphics department.

We can make as many graphs,
as many charts

in as many colors on as many kinds
of paper as you want.

Frannie, Frannie, Fran.

We are gonna have some fun.

I've ranked the Presidents in order
of how dirty their names sound.

One: Johnson.

Two: Bush.

Three: Harding.

Four: Polk.

This circle

represents "People
Who Are Breaking My Heart..."

and this circle

represents "People
Who Are Shaking My Confidence Daily."

And where they overlap,

Cecilia.

This is a pie chart
describing my favorite bars.

And this is a bar graph
describing my favorite pies.

What's going on?

Enough with the charts.

And the graphs.

Really any visual
representation of data.

I'm not an idiot.

Okay...

I know how you guys feel
about my charts and my graphs.

As a matter of fact, I've made a chart
of your reaction to my charts.

Let's take a look.
Yes, it is true,

since Cecilia, your interest in my
charts has been steadily dropping.

But, based on recent trends,
I have also made...

A projection chart!

And look...

huge spike in interest coming! And
this isn't just some dead cat bounce.

This is big sustainable growth
over the long term.

You're a big sustainable growth.

So, I have prepared a few charts

to... demonstrate how setting up
a shell corporation in Bermuda

could help minimize our
second quarter losses.

And save you all some jail time.

To begin with...

Could you just please excuse me?

- Mosbius Designs.
- What the hell happened to my charts?

- We threw them away.
- What?!

That's how an intervention works.

You wouldn't stop using,
so we flushed your stash.

Come on, Ted!
I need my charts, man!

Just for today and then I promise
I will never ever use charts again.

I'm under at lot of pressure here.
I need my charts, Jack!

You're doing charts at work?

They're for work, you idiot!

I'm giving a big
presentation right now

and if I don't have those charts
I'm gonna get fired!

Crap.

Okay... stay right there.
I'll bring them to you.

Hurry up! I'll try to think
of a way to stall them.

Hi, okay...

I'm sorry but there's been a little
delay with the charts. But we will...

get started in just a minute.

Fish are weird, right?

I mean...

what's up with fish?

Charts! Get your charts here!

Excuse me, Milt?

I think those are my charts.

These charts?

On my blanket?

That's also my blanket.
We'll get to that later.

But I really need these charts.

Oh, good, 'cause they're for sale.

Fine, how much?

One million dollars.

- I'll give you five bucks.
- A million dollars.

No one's gonna pay
a million dollars for these charts!

One million dollars.

Okay, Milt, you win.

I'm gonna give you
one million dollars.

Urinating...

The problem is, the ATM...

The alien time machine.

The alien time machine

has a withdrawal limit.
So, here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna give you one dollar

a day

for a million days.

That's...

That's 2700 years.

Deal!

All right!

Sucker.

I'm sorry, is there a land bass
I don't know about?

Let's get started.

And so, if I hadn't bought
those charts back for Marshall,

I wouldn't have had to cut down 77th
to give Milt his daily dollar

and well, you know the rest.

So, there you have it, kids.

There's a lot of little reasons
why the big things in our lives happen.

If I had known then where all those
little things were leading me,

and how grateful
I'd be to get there,

well,

I probably would've done something

like this.

Because somehow, I ended up
in the right place at the right time.

And, as a result,

my life would've never be the same.

The next day, Uncle Barney
finally confronted Matthew Panning,

the stud of Port Richmond
Middle School.

So, Barney,

great to hear from you after all
this time. What's been going on?

I've had sex with 200 women.

God! That's way too many.

I mean, that's just gross.

Have you sought counseling
for sex addiction?

Because you're a prime candidate.

Have you sought counseling for
I win you lose?

Suddenly those 100 girls
you nailed in the seventh grade

aren't so impressive.

100 girls?

Is that what this is about?
Barney, I lied.

Sure you did.

I was 12, of course I was lying.

I didn't have a pet Ewok either.

Sure you didn't.

Your whole adult life
has been built around

something I lied about
when I was 12?

Jealous?

Look, I gotta go pick
my kids up at school.

It sounds like you got
a lot of problems.

Good luck, I guess.

I'm awesome.

200.

Now what?