Hey, Ted, what you doing?
A rain dance.
Dude, that's not a rain dance. That's a fat kid with a bee in his pants.
Look, I highly doubt the Great Spirit's a stickler for choreography. It's the thought that counts.
She's leaving in half an hour. Dude, these are your awesome years, you're wasting them on this girl. This isn't
Yeah. I know that.
Well, then why are you doing it?
Because I love her. I love her! I told her that the first night we went out, and here it is, eight months later,
and nothing's changed. So, yes, I know this isn't gonna work. But it has to work! Do you hear me, universe? This
is Ted Mosby taIking! Give me some rain! Come on! Come on! Come on!
Oh, come on!
Robin. Hey, Robin. Oh, thank God you're here.
My camping trip got rained-out.
I know. I'm sorry.
It's not your fault.
Yeah, it is. Come down here.
It's pouring. You come up.
No, you have to come down here.
Why? Because I made it rain. That's what I did today. And that's enough. I've done my part, now get down here!
I'm not dressed, Ted. You come up.
I'm not coming up there, Robin, I'm not. You have to come down here.
I was gonna