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How I met your mother ƒV[ƒYƒ“9yŒ´‘čzThe Locket

Are Cousin Mitch and I directly related?

No, Mom, I'm asking is Cousin Mitch a blood relative?

I'm not asking about Cousin Pete, I'm asking about Cousin Robin! Mitch! Cousin Mitch!

Well, just find out from Uncle Frank and call me back!

Well, then, go visit Cousin Cecil at his sky-diving school and ask him! Oh, God, he did? Well, I guess that can happen no matter how experienced you are. I'm so sorry. My Cousin Cecil got fired.

Oh. That's a relief.

That's a relief. ƒzƒb‚Ć‚ľ‚˝B

He was so distraught he jumped off the bridge. He's dead.

distraught Žć‚藐‚ľ‚˝

Um... I'm so sorry for your loss.

It may be our loss.

Just click on options!

All I see is a man holding a bratwurst! Oh. No, the pornography's back.

I said, please turn off all electronic devices.

Oh. This isn't an electronic device. This is actually a toy. For my son. We call it Phone-y.

I call you phony.

We can't take off till you hang up.

Okay, enough. Give me that phone!

Just click on options.

I don't see it!

I said, give me the phone!

Just click on options!

Stop yelling at me!

Just click on options.

Give me the phone.

Click on options! Click on... I have a baby!

Please, I-I have to get to New York.

Yeah, well, you should have thought about that before you attacked me. All right, boys, you got this? Good. Let's get this bird in the air.

Ah, you're both banned from this flight.

So I was driving with my friend, who thinks he is The Road Trip Master. He has leather driving gloves. Who wears those?

Huge dorks, that's who.

Your mother was lying. She had her own pair.

And he always makes us stop to see some weird roadside attraction no one except him gives a crap about.

Nerd alert.

Kids, you remember the seven-hour detour on our road trip to Disney World so your mother didn't miss that goat in South Carolina who could blow smoke rings.

detour ‰ń‚č“š

And he won't go one mile an hour over the speed limit.

That would drive me crazy. I would give him a humiliating nickname until he stopped driving like a little girl.

It was Lady Tedwina Slowsby. And it worked.

Okay, look, if it's true, if we are... You know. It's really not that big a deal. Okay, we-we know we won't have kids.

And even if we did, King Joffrey's parents were brother and sister, and he was a fair and wise leader.

Yeah. Look, no one ever needs to know but us.

Exactly.

I know.

We might have to...

Take care of Ranjit.

Hey, you just finished my...

Creepy telepathic murder thought. Oh, it must be a soul mate thing.

Unless... it's a weird cousin thing.

So we'll be good either way, right? Honey?

That's right... sweetie. Now, get over here, you.

Gah, just try and stop me.

Aw. Ooh, ooh.

Ooh, mmm, mmm, mmm. Well, I can't wait till tonight. I have got some naughty-naughty-naughty things planned.

naughty ‰ş•i‚Č

Aw. Oh, wow, you have certainly piqued my incest. Interest. Interest!

pique ‚ť‚ť‚é incest ‹ße‘ŠŠ­

I still can't believe he dragged me to the childhood home of some stupid bucklesmith no one's ever even heard of.

Yeah, who cares about Florian van Otterloop?

I never told you his name.

Sumbitch?

I mean, why'd he have to act that way? He knows I hate how he gets on road trips.

It almost seems like he wanted you to storm off.

storm off o‚čs‚­

But we're going to the same place.

There's no reason why he'd want to ditch me.

And suddenly Lily remembered that a week ago, I'd helped Robin look for her long-lost locket. But it was gone. Then Lily told me the locket actually got stashed in my pencil box, but when I opened it... the locket wasn't there.

stash ‰B‚ˇ

Good.

'Cause that locket's trouble.

How?

It's-it's just a friendly, innocent wedding gift.

It's not innocent. Ted, you think if you can get that locket for Robin you'll win her back.

Lily, I've let it go. I mean...

What?

There's, like, a one percent chance that Stella has the locket from when we lived together.

Promise me you didn't call the woman who left you at the altar so that you could find that locket.

Of course not. I e-mailed her.

Ted.

But Stella's living in L.A. now. And even if she has it, it's buried in some storage unit. She said I'd have to fly out there and look for it myself.

Promise me you aren't about to do that.

I promise.

Sumbitch!

You better hope when Sweaty finally gets off that phone, he can get me on the next flight to New York.

I got the password from my mom. I'm gonna take that photo down myself.

You know, I don't give a damn about your photo.

My daughter is giving a big speech for the Model U.N. at her school, and I'm gonna miss it because of you. Her father and I are separated. She lives with her dad. And if I don't make it... she's never gonna trust me again.

I'm so sorry.

Wow, that worked on you? Let's hope Pit Stains is as dumb as you are.

What? Why is this so hard for my mom? All you do is you click the photo, and then you click on the... I don't see... I don't see options.

Just click on options.

But where is it?

Just click on options.

Is it up on the toolbar?

Just click on options.

It's not there!

Just click on options!

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