[title: Mosby at the Bat]
Marshall: [v.o.] The outlook wasn't brilliant for poor Ted's romantic life. He was deep into his thirties, and yet, still he had no wife. But then, one day whilst grading papers, life sent him a whammy. A physics prof named Lisa who'd just moved here from Miami.
Lisa: Professor?
Marshall: [v.o.] She asked timidly. He answered:
Ted: Call me Ted.
Lisa: Oh. I don't want to bother you.
Ted: Please, have a seat.
Marshall: [v.o.] He said.
Lisa: I'm fairly new to teaching, and I'm looking for advice. Every night I practice giving lectures, sometimes twice. But when I teach magnetic force, I just see eyeballs glazing. I asked around, and people say your lectures are amazing. Which is really saying something, because, architecture? Yawn.
Marshall: [v.o.] And Ted thought...
Ted: [inner monologue] Psh, yeah, 'cause physics is so interesting. [out loud] Go on.
Lisa: It's just that you're so skilled, and I'm a relative beginner. If it isn't too much trouble, can I take you out to dinner? I'd love to get some pointers, and I shouldn't keep you late. What do you say?
Ted: What do I say?