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No, no, Ted, stop unpacking. You're just freaking out.

I'm not ready for all the responsibility, and I'm certainly not ready to be a step-dad to a seven-year-old.I mean, if I get married and move to the suburbs, in the blink of an eye, I've become an old man!

suburb xŠO

Why, hello, young lady.You want a butterscotch candy?

What do you mean, "nothing in common"?We're both seniors.

You're cute.How old are you?

83. How old are you?

31.

Okay, Ted has officially snapped.There are moving men coming in ten hours.His fiance is waiting for him in New Jersey.We have to do something.

snap ‘Ď‚Ś‚ç‚ę‚Č‚­‚Č‚é

I got this.

Hey, Bud.Why don't you come here for a minute.

What?

Look, I want you to know this is all totally normal.Big transitions can be scary, and cold feet well they're just part of the deal.So how about you give me the knife?Give me the knife.Come on.So I can start unpacking, too.I'm staying here right by your side forever, buddy!

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Marshall!

Lily, our lives have been good here.That's why we've been putting off packing.Because subconsciously, we both know that it would be stupid to leave.It's safe and warm here.There's a a bar downstairs, and a cookie robot in the kitchen.This is my home, and I'm never leaving!

subconsciously –łˆÓŽŻ‚Ě‚¤‚ż‚É

Listen to you!You sound like that fat, dweeby kid at camp."mom, dad, I want to come home.The cool kids are playing keep-away with my inhaler.

dweeby ‚ž‚ł‚˘

I can't believe my dad read that letter at our wedding.

Marshall, you can't do this to Lily.Yes, I know your new place has had some problems, with the slanted floors and the nearby sewage treatment plant, but you're gonna turn it into a great home.Tell him, Lily.

It's a black hole where dreams go to die.I'm not moving, either.

Oh, come on!

Yes!

Okay, you guys finish unpacking.I'm gonna go bake some cookies to fill r2-sweet tooth.

Oh, my god, look at you cowards!So afraid of any kind of change.So terrified of anything new.So desperate to cling to anything comfortable and familiar.I can't move to Japan.

coward ‰°•aŽŇ cling Žˇ’…‚ˇ‚é

Yes!

What was I thinking?It's so far away.And I don't speak the language.I didn't even have any good pictures of you guys.

Sweetie.

Everybody says change is so great, right?But what's so great about change?

Hey, who wants to walk down to our same old bar, sit in our regular booth and order the usual?!

Yeah!The usual!My favorite!

Oh, my god.

Well, well, well.I believe someone owes me $200.

Barney, this was never a bet nobody.

This proves that I will be this awesome when I'm 80.Arthritis five.

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I'm moving to New Jersey.

What?

And you and Marshall should move to your new place, and Robin should go to Japan.

Why?

Because we're gonna get older whether we like it or not, So the only question is whether we want to get on with our lives or desperately cling to the past and end up like that.

You mean awesome?I'm 80, dude, and I'm making out with a 22-year-old.

Take me to your place, cheri.I want to see your world war 2 medals.

In a minute, mon petite.

All right, so that doesn't count.

What?Why?

She's french that's like playing tennis with the net down.

You know what?I'll cover the security deposit.I'm glad to, because Every dent in that place represents a memory that I'll cherish forever.but on one condition.We all put aside ten bucks every week for the next year, And we come back here and we buy that 50-year-old scotch, And we toast the incredible life-changing year we've all had.Get out of our booth.Me with my new family, Marshall and Lily in their new apartment, and Robin as the number one english-speaking journalist in the Pacific rim, visiting us here in New York to celebrate this day.The day we closed an incredible chapter in our lives, only to open up a new one.

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I think I left my cell.

Get out of here.

And one year later, that's exactly what we did.

And so let's raise a glass of $2,500 scotch to one hell of a year.

Amazing.

That's unbelievable.

It's kind of smoky, with a hint of aged cedar and do you guys taste the difference twince vice and ten-dollar scotch?

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Not at all.

No difference.

I want to cut mine with red bull.

Wendy, can you take a picture?

A lot of things did change that year, but some things stayed the same.

So what do you say we move this party upstairs to the apartement?

Yeah.

Great idea.

What the?

Barney, this is an intervention.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

All right, enough with the "old man" bit.

What about the old sand pit?

Let it go.

Let it snow?I love that old ditty!

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I'm getting my flail.

You're setting sail?

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