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Narator: Marshall really did think he could live with that. That is, until later, at the memorial service.

Judy: My last talk with Marvin was so lovely.

Narator: The stories his mother and brothers told were so perfect.

Marshall's brother #1: Then he picked my crying son up off the ice. He gave him a hug and said, "Champ, it doesn't matter if you fall down once in a while."

Marshall's brother #2: And as we hiked, a little deer appeared on the path. She hopped over to Dad and started eating-- right out of his hand.

Judy: And then he kissed me and he said...

Marshall's brother #1: "I will always be proud of you"

Marshall's brother #2: "Life is such a gift."

Judy: "You know something, gorgeous, I'm the luckiest man alive."

Barney: Lame.

Ted: These stories suck.

Robin: Doesn't hold a candle to your Crocodile Dundee thing.

hold a candle to `‚É•C“G‚ˇ‚é

Lily: You're up next, baby.

Marshall: I just need some air.

Lily: Baby, are you okay?

Marshall: I have to listen to it. It's a pocket dial. It's nothing.

Lily: Hey, so it's a pocket dial. You have so many great memories with your dad. Who cares about the last one?

Barney: She's right. Your dad was hilarious.

hilarious —z‹C‚Č

Marshall: You guys don't get it, okay? None of you do. My dad was my hero. And he was my teacher. And he was my best friend. He always came through for me. And now he's just gone. And what am I left with? Thanks a lot, God! Thank you! You took my father, the greatest man that I have ever known, and you ripped him off this Earth, way too young! And he'll never get to meet our kids, Lily. But we got this voice mail. Thank you so much for the voice mail! It's a great comfort! 'Cause whenever I'm starting to feel lonely or sad, or-- or you know what, or maybe a little bit cheated, at least I got the sound of his pocket to console me. How is this fair? You know, like, an entire human life and it just ends for no reason, and... and what are we left with?

come through —Í‚É‚Č‚é console Œł‹C‚Ă‚Ż‚é

Marvin's voice: Marshall? Oh, looks like I've been calling you for almost five minutes. How's my pocket sound? Oh, sorry about that, buddy. Um, anyway, your mom and I had such a great time seeing you. I love you.

Lily: Looks like your dad came through one last time.

Marshall: "I love you." My father's last words to me are "I love you."

Marvin's voice: Ooh, and let me know if you find my foot cream. That fungus thing is acting up again.

fungus ƒJƒr

Marshall: "I love you." My father's last words to me are "I love you."

Everyone: Yes. Yes, they were. We heard it. Loud and clear.

Marshall: Bye, Pop.

Narator: So Marshall finally got up to speak. Funny thing, though...

Marshall: Then my father said the last words that he'll ever say to me: "Rent Crocodile Dundee III. I caught it on the cable last night and it totally holds up."

Narator: He decided to keep Marvin's real last words just for himself.

Judy: Thanks.

Lily: For what?

Judy: I know what you've been doing today. And I really needed it.

Lily: Any time.

Judy: That dress makes you look like a Kansas City whore. Sorry, dear. Last one.

Marshall: Oh, man. I should have rented Crocodile Dundee III.

Ted: Okay, seriously, how are you doing that?

Marshall: Thanks. I'll be right back. And if I don't come back, well, then these are my last words to you all. I really, really, really love you guys. Now I'm going to go drop a deuce.

drop a deuce =going poop

Narator: Last words-- it's a lot of pressure, kids. It gets you thinking.

Ted: Hi, Dad.

Lily: Hi, Dad.

Robin: Hi, Dad.

Barney: Hey, Mom. I'm ready to meet my dad.

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