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Man: I, uh, I hear you're a woman who can get things.

Robin: I've been known to locate certain objects from time to time.

Man: I need vodka and dirty playing cards.

Robin: I got ya.

Marshall: Oh, my God.

Lily: What is it?

Marshall: I have a voice mail from my dad.

Lily: You have a voice mail from your dad?

Robin: How?

Marshall: My phone's been out of juice, so he must've called me the day the he, uh...

Lily: Baby, are you okay?

Marshall: I hold in my hand the last words my father will ever say to me. I'm gonna hit play.

Robin: What's wrong?

Marshall: What if it's worse than Crocodile Dundee III? I can't do this. I can't... My mom is about to collapse. I'm gonna...

Lily: Wait-- no, no, baby... Baby, I got it. Let me.

Robin: You should listen to it. Just don't put too much pressure on it.

Ted: She's right. I mean, this idea that someone's last words have to be profound and meaningful? I mean, who can live up to that?

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Barney: Exactly. All those "famous last word" people supposedly said? They're all made up. Like that patriotic dude, Nathan Hale, from third-grade history?

Nathan Hale: My I only regret is I have but one life to lose for my country.

Barney: You know what his real last words were?

Nathan Hale: I'm peeing my pants!

Barney: True story.

Robin: The point is, last words are overrated.

Ted: Look, think of it this way: you get to hear your dad's voice one last time.

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Marshall: I should go listen to this... alone, okay? I'll be back.

Woman: Hey, so, um, I heard you might have...

Robin: You heard right. I'm getting a reputation. So, what you need, mama? Come here.

Lily: Guys, listen to what just happened.

Lily: Judy, do you need a break? I'm happy to cook for a while.

Judy: You think your snobby New York cooking is better than mine-- admit it! Well, go ahead, Lily, why don't you just whip up a batch of your fancy tofu sushi bagels! And choke on them!

snobby ‹CŽć‚Á‚˝ whip up Žč‘‚­ě‚é choke on ‚Ě‚Ç‚đ‹l‚Ü‚ç‚š‚é

Ted: Whoa. Are you okay?

Lily: Listen!

Judy: I'm gonna go take a nap.

Lily: Judy's finally sleeping and it's all because of me! Guys, I have a role: I'm Judy's bitch! Yeah!

Ted: Well, but this day is tough on you, too. You sure you can absorb all that?

absorb Žó‚Ż“ü‚ę‚é

Lily: Yeah! Robin gave me a little orange pill from her purse. I don't know what's in it, but things are flowin' pretty smooth right now.

Robin: Hey, stay hydrated.

stay hydrated ’E…Çó‚É‚Č‚ç‚Č‚˘‚悤‚É‚ˇ‚é

Barney: So?

Marshall: I couldn't listen to it. Guys, this is hard.

Lily: We know, baby. But you'll always wonder, if you don't. Your dad loved you. It almost doesn't matter what he said.

Barney: It doesn't. That's true.

Marshall: Guys, guys, what if-- God forbid-- all of your dads died right now? What would their last words to you have been? Seriously.

Ted: I know mine. When I was in Cleveland last month, I went to visit my dad at his... post-divorce bachelor pad.

Ted's dad: Been fun bro-ing out with you tonight, T-Dawg.

Ted: Yeah... so glad we can we can talk about our sex lives now. That's totally an improvement.

Ted's dad: I hooked up with a younger woman the other week-- Donna Bromstead.

Ted: My prom date?!

Ted's dad: How far did you get, T-Dawg?

Ted: I have to go.

Marshall: How would you like those to be your father's last words?

Ted: Well, they might be. Donna Bromstead's husband is a cop.

Marshall: Lawyered. Lily?

Lily: Hello.

Lily's dad: Lily, it's Dad. Listen, I'm sort of in jail for not paying taxes for the last 25 years. ut bright side, I thought of a great new board game. "Tax Evasion", ages six to ten. Which is, ironically, what I might be looking at. Anyway, Pumpkin, I need $15,000.

Lily: Fooled ya. Leave a message after the beep. We'll get back to ya. Beep.

Marshall: Lawyered. Robin?

Robin's dad: And so, despite the endless disappointment you've caused me, I pray that this will finally be the year you achieve something of actual significance. I'd love to stop lying to my friends about you being in a coma. Anyway, the point is, happy birthday, RJ.

in a coma ¨‡ó‘Ô‚Ĺ

Lily: That's awful.

Robin: No, here's the awful part.

Robin: You remembered my birthday!

Marshall: Lawyered. Now can we all just admit that last words are, in fact, a big deal?

Everyone: Yes.

Barney: Man, I always thought I had it rough not really knowing my dad, but... now I realize at least I'll never have to suffer like this. Our next video is called "German Shepherd Activates Tennis Ball Cannon While Fat Kid Sips Energy Drink."

Marshall: Barney, please, Barney! It's... No more videos, okay? I just need a minute.

Judy: Okay... okay, who is responsible for this? Who got Cousin Daphne drunk? She is 15 years old.

Robin: Whoa, they grown them big out here.

Barney: And here's your phone number back.

Robin: Judy, I...

Lily: I did it.

Judy: What possible excuse could you have for this?

Lily: I'm from New York. We think getting minors drunk is funny.

Judy: There's nothing funny about getting minors drunk! You should be ashamed, Lily! Ashamed! Mmm! Oh, cripes, that's tasty. Mmm! Mmm!

Lily: That salad's the first food she's eaten in two days. Sure, it's mostly cheese, mayonnaise and jelly beans, but it counts.

Ted: Well, at least someone's helping. We haven't made Marshall laugh once.

Barney: Yeah. Showing videos of guys getting hit in the nuts wasn't going to do anything. I'm just stupid.

Ted: Stupid.

Barney: What we need to do is hit each other in the nuts.

Ted: Yes. Nothing beats the immediacy of live theater. But which one of us is going to take the hit? So that's it? No discussion?

Marshall: I'm not going to listen. "Rent Crocodile Dundee ‡V" are the last words that my father will ever say to me, and I think I can live with that.

Ted: Is he laughing?

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