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Lilly:So, what made you change your mind about Stella?

Ted:Well, I was in the cab, and the car was coming at me, and you know how they say that your whole life flashes before your eyes in a near-death experience? It doesn't. You don't see everything. Just the things you love. I realized in that moment that Stella is the most important thing in my life and I have to get her back.

Marshall:Miracle!

Robin:Very sweet. Very romantic. Not a miracle.

Marshall:July 1999. Kennedy Airport.

Gurd1:So, did you enjoy Amsterdam?

Marshall:No. Nothing illegal. Just a paintings.

Gurd1:All right, Bob Marley.Let's have a conversation.

Gurd2:Shift change. Oh, Amsterdam. All right. Float on through, brother.

Marshall:Miracle!

Barney:Don't you go into the light! Don't you do it!

Doctor:Hey, Mosby, you got a visitor.

Stera:Hey, guys.

All:Hey.

Ted:Can you guys, uh, give us a minute? Stella, before you say anything. I love you.

Stera:I love you, too.

Ted:Can we just forget about.

just forget about it ‹C‚É‚ľ‚Č‚˘‚ʼnş‚ł‚˘

Stera:It's forgotten. Is this your chart?

Stera:Okay. Uh-huh. Everything looks good. I think you can handle it.

Ted:Handle what?

All:Aww!

Marshall:This morning he dumped her and now she's dry-humping him on a hospital bed. Miracle!

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Robin:Yeah, you know, I bet if you call up the Vatican, they will tell you that most of their certified miracles involve dry-humping so.

Marshall:April 2008. Lily's kindergarten classroom.

Lilly:You're gonna go in there and beg for your old job back? That's crazy. You hated it there.

Marshall:I know, the job market is just really bad right now. Hey, kids, who wants Uncle Marshall to get his old job back?

Lilly:They'll cheer for anything if you say it like that. Kids, a super tanker spilled five million gallons of oil off the coast of Alaska this morning!

coast ‘ž•˝—mŠÝ

Mr.Hewitt:Hello, Marshall.

Marshall:Mr.Hewitt, I came here to apologize.

Lilly:I'm going to go grab some more glue. Will you watch them for a sec?

glue ‚Ě‚č

Marshall:Of course.

Marshall:Leaving Nicholson, Hewitt, and West was a huge mistake, and I can see that now.

Marshall:So who wants to see the big guy put on these tiny hats?

Marshall:My behavior was disrespectful. It was unprofessional.

disrespectful Ž¸—ç‚Č

Marshall:I'm a pilgrim. I know it looks like I have a tiny hat, but in reality, I have an abnormally large head!

pilgrim •ú˜QŽŇ

Marshall:I was going through a stressful time. I wasn't getting enough sleep.

Marshall:Fourscore and seven years ago, I had a great, big giant head!

Fourscore ‚W‚O

Marshall:I had just bought an apartment, and there were some problems. I don't want to bore you with the details.

Marshall:I only regret that I have but one giant head to give for my country.

Marshall:Sir, if you could just see your way into giving me one more chance, I promise.

Mr.Hewitt:Marshall. I'm willing to give this a second chance. I remember my first years as an attorney. Why, I don't know how many hours I spent. I don't think I ever left.

Marshall:Oh, my God! I have lice. Those little bastards gave me lice. God, it itches. Don't scratch it. You'll look like a fool. You'll never get your job back. You can scratch, but just make it subtle. Okay, that's not working. Oh, sweet, sharp corner of the desk, how I long to rub my infested scalp against you.

rub ‚ą‚ˇ‚é

Mr.Hewitt:You okay, Eriksen?

Marshall:Oh! Oh, yes, I'm good. I am good. Continue.

Marshall:Mind over matter. There are no lice in my hair laying eggs, burrowing into my scalp, eating their way all the way down to my brain!

Mind over matter ‹C—Í‚Ĺć‚č‰z‚Ś‚é burrow g‚đ‰B‚ˇ

Marshall:I have lice!

Mr.Hewitt:Lice?! Lice! Get out! Get out of my office! We've got lice! Everybody out of the building.

Marshall:If it weren't for the lice, I would have gotten my job back, and I would have been working there when, two weeks later, the Securities and Exchange Commission came a-knocking. God sent those lice to my head like he sent the locusts to Egypt: to liberate me from corporate bondage. Miracle.

locust ƒCƒiƒS liberate ‰đ•ú‚ˇ‚é bondage ‹Ů”›

Stera:Hey, guys.

Lilly:I'm just so glad you and Ted are back together.

Stera:Wait, um, what do you mean "back together?

Lilly:Well, you know, since you guys broke up.

Stera:What? Oh, no. It was just a small fight. That wasn't a breakup. Was that a breakup? Did he think that was a breakup?

Robin:What?

Stera:Son of a bitch!

Stera:That was a breakup. Wasn't it? You broke up with me.

Ted:Yeah.

Stera:I didn't know that was a breakup.

Ted:Are you kidding? I said, "I feel awful. You said, We're good. Then you got up and left.

Stera:Yeah, I said, We're good, as in We're good. Like when the waiter comes around and asks if you want any more muffins, and you say, We're good.

Ted:Exactly, and I took that We're good to mean you didn't want any more metaphorical relationship muffins. This is crazy. Forget about all that. That was a whole life-changing car accident ago. I love you. I don't want to break up.

Stera:But you did. You did want to. If you had those feelings once, then you're going to have those feelings again, and you're going to keep on having them. And I can't count on that car to hit you every time you do.

Ted:What are you saying?

Stera:I'm saying you wanted your breakup, you got it.

Ted:What?! Stella, wait!

Stera:No, you know what, Ted? We're good.

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