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You-you broke up with Victoria because of me?

She didn't want us to be friends anymore, so I had to let her go.

Ted... I just... Wow, I... And-and you haven't talked to her since?

Haven't talked to her since.

Also a lie.

Unbelievable. And I assume this is all in the hopes that Robin'll ditch her own wedding and run off with you?

What? No. I would never.

You would never run off with a girl on the day of her wedding? Ri...

Okay, that's a fair point.

I'm not done. ...ight.

So, do you have it?

I'm looking at it right now.

What? Oh, uh... stay there. I'm-I'm on my way.

I'm in Germany. Danke schon!

I see.

Look, if it means that much to you, as soon as I'm done here at the bakery, I'll overnight it. It'll be there in 24 hours.

overnight —‚“ú”z‘—‚ˇ‚é

Thank you. So this bakery, what kind of, uh...

You want me to send you some chocolate truffle streuselkuchen?

Yes, please, you're the best, thank you.

But then, 24 hours later... disaster.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mosby. It says here your package was delivered earlier today. Your wife signed for it.

My... what? I... I don't have a wife.

So, then, who's Jeanette Mosby?

Oh, you're kidding me.

Oh, my gosh, 2013 me! So many questions! How many MySpace friends do I have now? Has James Blunt put out the steady stream of number one hits we all expect from him? And why are we in this hotel room?

We're here for Barney's wedding.

Barney's wedding? Oh, God. What desperate ho-bag is handcuffing herself to that time bomb?

My dad did a real number on me.

do a number on éx‚ˇ

Okay, uh... Ghost Lily, seven-years-ago Ghost Lily, can we get on with this so I can win the argument and we can move on to my regularly scheduled fantasy of you two making out with each other?

Sure.

Just so you know, I really like it when...

I know. I'm you. And I don't like that anymore.

Okay, yes, seven-years-ago Lily, maybe I am wrong for still being mad at you about San Francisco and our breakup. But the truth is, when you left me, that was the saddest I've ever been in my life.

Really? The saddest you've ever been in your life?

Saddest I've ever been in my life.

I mean, I am sitting right here.

Look, Dad, yes, obviously, losing you was way worse, but I'm trying to make a bigger point here.

And what point is that? Because she hurt you once, you now get to hurt her? It's not how it works in a marriage.

Ooh...

You're totally gonna lose.

I can't believe you're open at this hour.

I'm always open for my friends.

What are we doing here? We should go back to the party.

In relaxed-fit domestic denim? I'm sorry, is this a costume party, and you're going as 1994? Would you be a peach and bump this, please?

Who cares about any of this? They're just clothes.

Just clothes?

Ted... sorry, force of habit... boys, suits are cool. Exhibit A.

I don't care how well-dressed I am. The real challenge is walking up to a girl that I've never met before and somehow talking to her with words from my mouth. I've looked at it from every possible angle. There's just no way to do it.

What's your name?

Justin.

Have you met Justin?

Uh, no. Hi, I'm Julie.

So simple, so elegant.

That's it? You just walk up to someone you don't know and introduce them to your buddy? I don't know. That sounds kind of...

Have you met Kyle?

Hi, Kyle.

Are you Jesus?!

I would have understood, you know? I mean, if you told me that we couldn't be friends anymore, I-I wouldn't have liked it, but I, God, I would have understood.

I could never do that.

Why not? Ted, okay, I insist that you tell me why not.

No way.

Answer the question. It's... it's for the bride.

I'm not gonna answer the question, because you know the answer. You want to talk about my top five? There's no top five, Robin! There's just a top one, and it's you. And the only reason I'm saying any of this is 'cause I know that it's not gonna change anything. You and Barney are getting married today. If I have to hold the shotgun myself, it's happening.

I thought you don't like guns.

I'm the best man. I swore on the Bro Code. I don't want to go to Bro Hell.

Bro Hell sounds bad.

I'm sure Barney's got a whole thing about Bro Hell.

But what about when we get back from our honeymoon? What about our first night out at the bar? But what then? I mean, is it gonna be weird?

No.

How can you be so sure?

Because I'm not gonna be there. I'm moving to Chicago.

You're moving to Chicago?

That's right. I'm gonna work for Hammond Druthers.

The penis-building guy?

They're not all penis buildings. They just designed this clamshell amphitheater for the St.Louis Symphony. That one, it doesn't look like a penis, anyway.

I can't believe you're leaving New York. Wait, is this be... is this because of me?

No, it's not because of you. Well, maybe at first it was, but... It's been a really long week. Some stuff has happened and... it's just made me feel like it's, it's time to move on. Yes, good things happened to me in New York, but bad things happened, too.

Like your top five worst relationships?

Okay, come on. Let me hear it.

Number five, Blah Blah. Number four, boats, boats, boats. Number three, Karen. Number two, uh, Zoey. She made both lists. Number one, by a landslide, Jeanette.

by a landslide ˆł“|“IŸ—˜

Jeanette, of course.

By the way, have you talked to Jeanette lately?

I haven't talked to her.

Liar.

So I was at your apartment stealing your mail, and apparently there's some chick named Victoria sending you jewelry from Germany? Somebody owes somebody an explanation.

Jeanette, that locket is a wedding gift for Robin.

Robin?!Oh, God, this again?

That I'm giving to her as a friend because I'm kind of the wedding gift master! Now bring it back to me right now!

Fine. Meet me at the Bow Bridge in Central Park in one hour. And by the way, I want Kenny back.

Who's Kenny?!

My pet tarantula.

By the way, I love your hair.

I love your hair!

Imaginary women, right?

I need everyone to just be quiet, please. Look, I know that I could have handled all of this better. But setting aside the fact that all of our friends are here and that we don't speak Italian, if we stay in New York, we both get to follow our dreams. Are we really gonna go someplace where only one of us gets to do that?

Of course not.

Well, then how can you...?Wait-- what?

We're not moving to Italy. We have a baby. It makes sense to stay here. Even I know that.

You do? So... I win? Well, then, ho, hey, ho. In your ethereal face, Ghost Lily. Oh, yeah, the Convincer right here! She thought I was gonna lose.

You are gonna lose. You're gonna lose this. If you keep lying to me, if you keep cutting me out of decisions, if you keep using words like winning and losing when you talk about our marriage. It's not like it'll happen all at once, but if you keep acting this way, little by little, you're gonna lose me. Is that what you want?

No, of course not. You're not my enemy. You're my wife.

My wife! Right? No. Sorr... sorry.

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