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Sorry.Oh, my God, it's Nora.Nora's finally calling me back.

Wait, you said you never called her.

I lied.I called her, like, five times.Wait, wait! You of all people know how much I suck at these things.You gotta help me.Please? Just once I would like to see what it feels like to not screw things up.

Yeah, mm-hmm.Okay.

Hey, Nora.Thanks for calling me back.Um, hey, hi.The-the-the reason that, um, I called is, uh

To tell you how I feel about you.

to tell you how I feel about you.

I know we didn't work out the first time

I know we didn't work out the first time

and I know it doesn't make any sense

and I know it doesn't make any sense

but I can't shake the feeling that we belong together.

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but I can't shake this feeling that we belong together.

Is there any part of you that wants to try again?

Is there any part of you that wants to try again?

Baby, I can't take it anymore.I've gotta tell somebody that we're pregnant.

Eriksen, stay strong.We're keeping this secret.

There's babies everywhere.It's like a minefield of cuteness.Look at this little bastard.

Marshall, stop it.Stay strong.You can't let holding some, some little baby oh, with the cute little cheeks and the the little arms and little legs This son of a bitch has knee dimples.Let's go tell everyone I'm pregnant.

dimple ‚Ś‚­‚Ú

Yeah!

You okay?

Nope.You?

Not excessively.You want to talk about it?

excessively ‰ß“x‚É

Not even a little.

Might make you feel better.

Okay, fine, I'll make you a deal: you go first, and then I'll stick with my thing about not talking about it.

Okay.All my friends from high school, they're here with their wives, their kids.Me? My date for the night is a sticky magazine.

sticky •s‰ő‚Č

Sounds like high school all over again.Sorry, it was right there.

I used to believe in destiny, you know? I'd go to the bagel place, see a pretty girl in line reading my favorite novel, whistling the song that's been stuck in my head all week and I'd think, "Wow.Hey, maybe she's the one." Now I think, "I just know "that bitch is gonna take the last whole-wheat everything bagel."

You've just been focused on work.

No, it's more than that.I've stopped believing.Not in some depressed, "I'm gonna cry during my toast" way.Not in a way I even noticed until tonight.It's just, every day, I think I believe a little less and a little less and a little less.And that sucks.What do I do about that, Scherbatsky?

depressed —Ž‚żž‚ń‚ž

You're Ted Mosby.You start believing again.

In what, destiny?

Chemistry.If you have chemistry, you only need one other thing.

What's that?

Timing.But timing's a bitch.

Hey, we still have our 40 deal, right? If we're both still single at 40 I'm all yours.

Hmm Unrelated, do architects make big money?

Aggressively medium money.

Damn it.

Schmosby, you're up in two minutes.

Okay, promise me two things, one) you start believing again, and two) don't cry during the toast, Schmosby.

I promise.

Good.

We're having a baby.

What, for real?

For real.

Oh!

Oh!

Attention, everyone! It's time for the reason we're all here tonight.Schmosby's toast!

We're here tonight to celebrate love.Love brings us new life

Hey! This isn't a meltdown.These are tears of joy.Ted is happy for his friends 'cause he's the best guy that I know.And do you know why he's happy? Because this beautiful lady right here is pregnant.

How did you know that?! That was supposed to be a secret!

Turns out

Go Browns!

Go Browns!

Whoo!

In AFC regular season play, but if they mean the Super Bowl, go Vikings.

How dare you.That's my daughter, you piece of garbage.

You're still gonna pay for all this, right?

"Piece of garbage"? That's my son.

And that is how Marshall destroyed Punchy's wedding.But we didn't care.There was gonna be a sixth member of our little family.

No wedding will ever, ever be as bad as that one, right?

I picked the right tie, didn't I?

You nailed it.And hey, just be glad it's not the ducky tie.

ducky ‚Š‚킢‚˘

Ooh, the ducky tie.That's a good story kids.I'll get to that.Man, we are not even close to the end.

You're a good best man, Ted.You're gonna cry during the toast, aren't you?

Oh, I'm totally gonna cry.

Come in.

Ted, the bride wants to see you.

Okay.

Really? You're gonna go with that tie?

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