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Kids, when you're on your 30s
and living in New York,

there's a few places
you never want to be:

Times Square on New Year's Eve,

Rockefeller Center
around Christmas time...

But most of all...

A college bar? Man. We're probably
going to run into my students.

They're going to corner me
and want a free lecture.

I don't even have
my slide projector. Damn it.

Ted, I've been Skee-Ball
champ here since law school.

I have to pop in at least
once a month to maintain my record.

Looks like you've been gone a while.

Some guy named Big Fudge
has been cleaning up.

He has.

- And you're Big Fudge.
- The biggest.

So by the way,
I have to tell you something.

I... invited Jenkins.

Jenkins? No way!

We'd all started hearing
about Jenkins a few weeks earlier.

You guys will not believe
what Jenkins did this time.

- Who's Jenkins?
- He's this hilarious new lawyer

at Marshall's office.

Hilarious.

Okay, so there's this jar of Maraschino
cherries in the fridge at work.

So, Jenkins says,

"200 bucks, I'll eat the whole jar."

So, we give Jenkins 200 bucks...

... and Jenkins ate the whole jar!

And after that,
the stories kept coming.

So, the CFO comes in
to sign some acquisition papers.

So, Jenkins goes,

"Excuse me, Mr. Wilcox.

I think we forgot
one of the documents."

So, we all go out for
beers after work.

Jenkins gets up on the bar
and starts gyrating

like some sort of deranged stripper.

Next thing you know,
off comes the shirt!

It was so gross.

Right?

Well, it'll be great to finally
meet the famous Jenkins

after all those stories.

And there's about to be
one more story.

I'm going to bang Jenkins.

- What?
- You heard me.

You want to have sex with Jenkins?

With Jenkins, on Jenkins,
near Jenkins.

You name it.
I want to wear Jenkins like a sock.

But you're...

Haven't you... I'm...

- Really?
- Hi, guys.

Ted, this is Jenkins.

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This is going to sound crazy,

But, um... I thought Jenkins was a guy.
What gave you that idea?

What? That's crazy!

I don't know. Maybe the whole "Jenkins
peed out the window of a cab" story.

Yeah. Much more impressive now,
isn't it?

OK, I'll come clean!

It all started a few weeks ago.

By the way, Four Eyes, new lawyer.
This is Jenkins.

Watch out for this guy.
He steals stuff.

I don't steal stuff.

And I don't wear glasses.

- I'm Marshall.
- Hi.

So, are you really a Vikings fan
or was he lying about that, too?

Why?

Is this a trap?
Are you a Packers fan?

My wife knows I'm here.
She doesn't have money,

but what she does have
is a very special set of skills.

I'm a Vikings fan, too!
I bleed purple and gold.

- I'm from Pelican Rapids.
- Pelican Rapids?

No way.

My grandpa lives in Pelican Rapids.

Well, I mean, he's dead now,
but he haunts a barn off Route 108.

Hold it. Dude,

if you tell me you have a thing
for a woman that is not your wife,

I'll drag you outside
and kick your ass.

Okay, first of all...

Come on, buddy.
You can't handle the Fudge.

Second of all, no.

I think of her like a...
a big brother.

Who, I guess, has boobs.

But so does my oldest brother,
Marvin Jr., anyway,

that night,
I told Lily about Jenkins.

I can't wait to meet him.

I should have corrected her.

It would have been so easy.

But I didn't, so,

after that, whenever I talked
about Jenkins,

I always avoided pronouns.

So, the head of marketing comes in
to choose people for the Midwest audit.

So, he goes,

"Him, him, her, him, him...

Jenkins, him, her."

I don't understand
why you wouldn't just tell her.

Do you really think
she'd be all that jealous?

Think about those stories
I told you.

I could see how that'd be a problem.

Exactly.
That's why Lily can't find out.

Lily can't find out what?

That Marshall's going
to buy her a horse.

You are?

That is so awesome!
I love those things.

Guys, why... why is that kid
over there staring at me?

I think I know what this is.

I think it has finally happened.

I'm getting recognized from my show.

Robin, that is so cute.

But that's Scotty. He's one
of my students, and he's looking at me.

How weird is it that
I'm more famous than you?

Not at all, 'cause you're not.
I'm on TV.

Yeah, and I've 30 students in my class.
That's what, 30 times your viewership?

Now, this will give him a little thrill,
buying a drink for the old prof.

All right, Scotter,
one question about

neoclassical architecture,
and that is it.

- You're Robin Scherbatsky, right?
- What?

Yes, I am.

I didn't mean to stare.
It's just,

I watch your show all the time.

Really?

Really?

Totally.

- What are you doing out with Ted?
- It's Professor Mosby.

We're friends.

Holy crap!

Robin Scherbatsky is friends
with my econ professor.

It's architecture!
OK, you know what?

You're crowding us.
Hit the bricks.

- Wait a minute. You're Big Fudge.
- Go!

Baby, I'm on my way up.

What? Why?

There was a measles outbreak
at school, and they called a half day.

Thought I'd come by here,
have lunch,

maybe give you the measles.

I have a problem.
That was my wife.

When I first mentioned you,
she mistakenly thought you were a guy...

Now you're worried that
when she finds out I'm a woman,

- she's going to totally flip out.
- Yes. Exactly.

Geez. Oh, gosh. I was in an improv group
in Pelican Rapids.

Follow my lead.

I'm Lily, Marshall's wife.

Hi, Lily.
I am from the French embassy.

I am here because of a small
but significant

- cheese incident that occurred...
- She's Jenkins!

You're Jenkins?

Yeah, well, that, Camembert cris
isn't going to resolve itself,

so I'll catch you guys
on the flip-flop.

Marshall cringed.
This was the moment he had feared.

The famous Jenkins!
How about that?

Funny, I was picturing a guy.
Anywho, lunch?

Wait. Wait.
So... so, you're not jealous at all?

Sweetie.

I never have to worry
about you with another woman.

Right, because we're so
hopelessly in love, right?

Yeah, sure.

Anywho, lunch?

She wasn't jealous.

Of course, she wasn't.

That's the whole dynamic
of your relationship.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- It's like this, my man.

Every good relationship
has a reacher and a settler.

Exactly. One person reaches
for someone out of their league;

the other one settles for
someone below theirs.

I did not settle for Lily.

Okay, yes, she's a little short,

and, true, my mom says she doesn't have
the hips to birth an Eriksen child,

But, um...

You guys think I'm the reacher.

That's why Lily's not jealous.

The settler is never jealous
of the reacher because,

where is the reacher going to go?

The settler, Lily, is the best thing

that the reacher, Marshall,
is ever going to get.

No... okay.
Yes, I am lucky to have Lily,

but Lily is just as lucky...

to have me.

Okay. Neither one of us
is the reacher.

Dude, you are so the reacher.
You're getting her a horse!

What?

Take the hit.

Take the hit.

Thus ending modern architecture's

very brief experiment
with the V-frame house.

Excuse me a second.

- What are you doing here?
- I noticed you forgot

something this morning,
so I thought I'd bring it by.

- Your pen.
- This is your pen.

And you chewed on the end of it.
Recently.

Not a problem, Ted.
Your class was on my way to work.

- No, it's not.
- At "Come On, Get Up New York!",

- where I'm an anchor, so...
- I watch your show all the time.

What?!

You watch the show?

Well, paint me flattered.
Any other fans out there?

We got...

- All right. Thanks for coming by.
- Tune in tonight.

I am doing a great piece
on snail poison.

Also, who's got the worst pizza
in New York?

I'll give you the answer after traffic
on the ones, threes, fives and nines.

Really?

You guys watch her show?

It's like watching a well-lit aquarium,
but not as interesting.

And now that I think about it,
not as well lit.

The truth is, we...

watch it for the drinking game.

The who now?

Her morning show comes on so early,

we're usually still at the bar,

so whenever she does an interview,

you have to drink every
time she says, "But, um..."

"But, um..."?

"But, um..."

Apparently, she says it a lot.

It's funny.

I had a drinking game
based on Robin,

but it was actually on Robin. I'd pour
peach schnapps in her belly button...

- We agreed we wouldn't do this.
- Sorry. You're right.

She didn't like it anyway.

Said it woke her up.

Does she say "But, um..." that much?

That night, we found out just
how much she said it.

That's great.

This wasn't your first Spelling bee,
was it?

Third.

Good for you.

Interesting article in the paper.

Says that in every relationship,
there's a reacher and a settler.

Really?
Let me see it.

I's not in this newspaper.
It's in one I read a while back.

This newspaper reminded me
of the other newspaper.

Anywho...

What do you think about that?

Well,
I guess sometimes that's the case.

But not in ours.

What?
Of course not.

Right.

Say, gun to your head...

You had to say
one of us was the reacher.

Well, I'd say it's neither.

That's what makes us great.

Now, there's a gun to my head

and our future children,
and our future cat or monkey,

depending on who wins the game
we've been playing for three years.

No reacher, no settler.

How about this?

This went on for a while.

Until finally...

Our two kids, our eight grandkids,

our 11 great-grandkids,

are all on a plane piloted by Oprah.

And it's about to crash
into an art museum

With all of your favorite paintings,
and the only way...

the only way to save everything
is just to answer the question:

Are you the reacher or the settler?

And Oprah's tried everything?

Everything!

You have to decide now.

Well, I guess, if I had to say,

then maybe I'd say I'm the settler.

How could you say that?!

She thinks that she's the settler.

I mean, that's it. I gotta prove to her
that I am not the reacher.

I gotta make her jealous.

That's easy. Here's the plan.
Step one, sleep with Jenkins.

Step two,
I sleep with Jenkins first.

Step three, we do step two first.

I'm gonna go
get started on step two.

I got something.

Remember the other night, the game?
When you were putting in the 50 hole?

Whatever.
Just another night for big fudge.

You thought she was into me?

Full-on lady wood.

Of course.

A plan taketh shape.

If lady Lily's jealousy

young Marshall cannot budge,

then perchance,
fair gentles, big fudge...

Can...

make her jealous.
Let me try that again.

If lady Lily's...

I got it.

I have got a great idea.

Is it clean your hair
out of the shower drain?

It's like
you're trying to carpet the tub.

If you wanted to print out
one of your lectures or something,

I could read it on air.

Coming from a more...

entertaining source.

Your students might actually
pay attention and learn something.

You're entertaining?

Last night,
there was three minutes of dead air

while you sewed a button
back on your sweater.

Look, just because your class
likes me more than you...

- You're a drinking game!
- What?

That's why they watch.
They made a drinking game out of you.

Every time you say "But, um...",
They do a shot.

I don't say "But, um...".
I've never said, "But, um..."

I guess
it's not a very good drinking game.

Which would mean last night,
when I played it,

I didn't get super wasted
and throw up all over myself.

Wait, I did both of those things.

So, face.

Lily and I are gonna go back
to that college bar again.

And we were wondering
if maybe you wanted to come.

You could just watch me
play skee-ball,

or do exactly
what you did the other night.

Something like that.
It's really up to you.

I mean, I know that...

Baby, what are you doing home?

"Baby".

That's a name I don't deserve.

- What?
- Jenkins kissed me.

She kissed me.

The other day, she saw me
play skee-ball, and I don't know,

she caught
some of the big fudge fever.

But you have to know,
I stopped it right away.

And just,
you're the only one for me, baby.

I see what this is.

This is
about the whole reacher/settler thing.

Come again for big fudge?

You want to make me jealous,
you're making up a story about Jenkins.

I'm not making this up!

This happened.
That woman kissed me with tongue.

Her tongue was in my mouth.

Sure it was.

It was thick and rough
like a starfish arm.

I'm so jealous.

I'm just gonna go over there
and punch her right in the nose.

Give her a knuckle sandwich.

Come on, baby.

You want some soup?

It happened!

Do you have any...

split pea left?

These are just
a few of the many contributions

he made to architecture, and yet,

he is only remembered for one thing.

That my friends,
is the sad legacy...

of Gregorio Franchetti Gazebo.

Any questions?

- Do you want to drink with us tonight?
- What?

We're gonna play
the Robin Scherbatsky drinking game.

We were wondering
if you wanted to join us.

What can I say, except

"But, ums up."?

Can I still come?

I'll pay.

So, your third book
was your breakout novel,

Damn!

Sorry.

But... just "But",
no "Um,", just "But."

Your first novel was written
more quickly.

That's correct.

How great is this?!

And it was right then
that Robin got an idea

that would end
the drinking game forever.

I wanted to ask you about
the novel you're writing right now.

... it's an idea you've had for a...

long time...

Don't drink, it's a trap!

I think I'm gonna go.
You can keep your ten bucks.

Thanks.

If there's any college kids
watching,

We have to drink, professor.

It's the rules.

She said "But, um".

God help us all.

Here you are.

I'm so sorry I kissed you yesterday.

That's okay.

And I'm sorry
I had sex with you in the mailroom.

That wasn't me.

Good grief, that's two awkward
conversations I have to have today.

I don't normally do that.

I was really drunk.

You were drunk at 8:00?

I don't know how that happened.

I thought snail pellets were safe.

I gotta get to work.

That game is catching on.

Damn it, how could I do this?

It's okay.

You know what, it's not okay.

You're the nicest guy
in this stupid office

and I don't want
to screw up our friendship.

This is so embarrassing.
Don't tell anyone.

Who am I gonna tell?
Lily?

I told Lily.

For Pete's sake,
I gotta go talk to her.

I gotta apologize.

I'm gonna tell her that it happened,

that it meant nothing
and that I'm sorry.

- Do that.
- I will.

And if you don't have time
for all that,

tell her it happened,
and that you're sorry.

And if you're in a real rush,
don't say "Sorry".

Tell her that it happened.

That's the important part,
that it actually happened.

So emphasize that
as much as you can.

And so, Lily,
I guess what I'm saying is,

it happened.

I feel terrible about it,
and I'm really sorry.

It happened.

What are you going to do?

It happened.

Terrible!

But like I said...

- It happened.
- And I feel awful about it.

And I'd hate myself if what I did,

hurt you in any way
or affected your relationship.

Please forgive me.

Kiss my husband?

My husband? Nobody kisses
my future baby daddy but me!

Marshall, you're blocking the shot!

And, kids, your uncle marshall
never tried to make Lily jealous again.

That's good.

We're just going to have a nice,
low-key class today.

Not a lot of talking.

No loud noises.

'sup guys?

Please, just go away.

I just wanted to drop by and say...

Thanks for watching

Come on, get up New York!