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Okay, wish me luck, everyone.

Break a leg...

Break a leg Šć’Ł‚ę

What the hell?

Do not talk to her.

What-what... Who are you?

We are 20-Months-From-Now- Coat-Check-Girl.

But there's two of you.

Right, because if you go over there and you talk to her, 20 months from now, it's gonna end in one of two ways. Either you are gonna get sick of me.

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I made you muffins because of your nickname: Muffin.

Or... I am gonna get sick of you and your stupid habits. Stop DVR-ing the news. You're never gonna catch up.

Oh, stop it, you're scaring him off. By the way, I'm pregnant.

No, she's not.

Okay, no, I'm not, but that made you happy for a second, right?

Please shut up.

Okay, wait, so you're saying it's doomed completely? One of us is just guaranteed to get sick of the other and call it quits?

doom ‰^–˝‚Ă‚Ż‚é quits ‘Ý‚ľŽŘ‚č–ł‚ľ

You've been dating for a long time, Ted. Has it ever gone any other way?

Hey. Hey, you look kind of down. Have a Robin Scherbatsky, on me.

None of this would have happened if Lily had let me dance. Baby, wait.

God, you're still clinging to that? Marshall, it doesn't matter, 'cause you'd lose anyway, and you know why? 'Cause I'm Sparkles, bitch.

cling ŒĹŽˇ‚ˇ‚é

Oh, and you think you can step to me? You think you can step up to the streets? To me? You think you can step up over me to the streets?

I guess we'll never know because you are not allowed...

Wait, wait. That's my jam. Who's playing my jam? Dance-off.

jam ‰šŠy

You're on.

Oh. I think I'm gonna head home.

I understand.

What, you're not gonna try and stop me?

And how would I try and stop you?

I don't know, by telling me life is short, and if you ever come across a beautiful, exciting, crazy moment in it, you got to seize it while you can before that moment's gone?

Ted, this moment already is gone. The whole Minnesota Tidal Wave thing happened five years ago. It's just a memory. And the rest of this never happened. Right now, Marshall and Lily are upstairs, trying to get Marvin to go back to sleep. Robin and I are trying to decide on a caterer. And you've been sitting here all night, staring at a single ticket to Robots vs. Wrestlers because the rest of us couldn't come out. Look around, Ted. You're all alone.

Kids, it's been almost 20 years since that cold April night in 2013, and I can safely tell you, if I could go back in time and relive that night, there's no way in hell I'd go to Robots vs. Wrestlers. No, I'd go home. I'd go to my old apartment, see all my old furniture, my old stuff. I'd see my old drafting table, where I sketched out my first building. I'd sit on that old couch and smell the Indian food cooking three stories below. I'd go to Lily and Marshall's place, be back in that old living room where so many things happened. I'd see the baby. I don't know if you can picture me holding your six-foot-seven cousin Marvin over my head, but back then I could. I'd go have a drink with Barney and Robin, watch them fight about their caterer or whatever it was they were fighting about that night. But none of those things is the thing I'd do first. You know the thing I'd do first?

Hi. I'm Ted Mosby. And exactly 45 days from now, you and I are gonna meet, and we're gonna fall in love, and we're gonna get married, and... we're gonna have two kids. And we're gonna love them and each other so much. All that is 45 days away. But I'm here now, I guess, because... I want those extra 45 days with you. I want each one of them. Look, and if I can't have them, I'll take the 45 seconds before your boyfriend shows up and punches me in the face, because... I love you. I'm always gonna love you, till the end of my days and beyond. You'll see.

Can I help you?

Oh, hey, it's, uh, Louis, right? It's okay. It's fine, um... I'm in love with your girlfriend, and, uh, we're gonna get married.

What?

Yeah.

Okay, guys, I've been waiting 20 years for this. Just like we practiced. No mistakes, ready? One, two, a-one, two, three, four.

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