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

And so I made up my mind to settle for Cassie.

make up one's mind ŒˆS‚ˇ‚é

So, um, what kind of music do you like?

Hmm...nothing.

Still, I felt optimistic. After all, Cassie was cute and single and heck, it's not like the universe was telling us we shouldn't be together.

optimistic ŠyŠĎ“I‚Č After all Œ‹‹Ç‚Ě‚Ć‚ą‚ë

Here we are.

Enjoy.happy wife, happy life. Pretend they're just okay.

Please, Lily, I think I can manage to... Oh, my God. I'm eight years old again, and life is perfect, and I haven't peed my shorts in front of 350 Webelos at the Pinewood Derby Regionals in Wheeling, West Virginia. I'm sorry, Robin.

What do you think, Lily?

Oh, my God, they are so delicious. Even more delicious than finding out Barney peed himself at the Pinewood Derby Regionals in Wheeling, West Virginia. I'm sorry, Robin.

Come on, they can't be that good.

Excuse me, Mrs.Stinson, some of our guests smelled your scrambled eggs and were wondering if you could make some for them as well.

Oh, I don't think I should...

Eggs! Eggs! Eggs! Eggs! Eggs! Eggs! Eggs! Eggs!

Clint, what are you doing here?

What the Ohio State Board of Holistic Medicine has repeatedly told me I'm in no way qualified to do, my job. When I see a conflict needs resolving, I must act. Plus, Ted's mom wanted me out of the house. So, today, we're gonna build a new paradigm of understanding, and then you're gonna swoop me on back to Shaker Heights. Oh, I need to stop at Record Rev on Coventry. My vaporizer's ready.

Marshall, pull over and dump this hippie on the side of the road.

I can't do that.

Gonna resolve some conflicts ô ô Gonna resolve some conflicts

Daphne picks the music.

Gonna end this argument ô Between Marshall and his mistress.

Daphne picks the music!

Ow! Stupid racecar! This is why children should not have toys!

Look, maybe this lighthouse thing isn't such a good idea.

No, you don't. You committed, and so did I, so let's go. Oh. Ow! Oh! Actually, it's feeling better. Ow! Oh! No, it's not. Oh.

Mom, I don't know why your phone is off. Maybe you left your charger in the pickup truck. But I need you to get here as fast possible. I know you're probably gonna want to take a hot bath when you get in.

She fits in a bathtub. That's good news. Unless... Oh, God, how big are Canadian bathtubs?

Do people ever line up like this for your mom's eggs?

Loretta, even I could make better eggs than this.

Oh, I'd love it if you'd come teach me how to make scrambled eggs.

It's a scramble-off, everybody! A scramble-off to the death! Someone go watch for the cops!

Maybe we should have read up on this town before booking our wedding.

Let's do some, When you... I feel. All right, for example, when you don't do trust falls, I feel like you should do trust falls. So just do the damn trust falls.

I'm driving a car, Clint.

Okay

uh, Daphne, when you say Drill, baby, drill every time that we pass a gas station, I feel invalidated.

invalidate Žć‚čÁ‚ˇ

Marshall, when you talk, I feel shut up!

That's very good, both of you.

Really? Both of us?

Name one energy that's better than oil.

Wind, solar, hydroelectric. You see what I've been dealing with, Clint?

The sticky petroleum clings...

sticky ‚˂΂‚­ petroleum Î–ű cling ő‚݂‚­

Please not now, Clint.

To the pelican's broken wings ô ô Hey, Mr.Oilman, what have you done...

Stop, stop, stop, please.

Enough!

Clint, I'm tired of your beard and I'm tired of this stupid therapy session.

And I'm tired of the way that your songs have a-a laxative effect on Marvin!

laxative •Ö”é–ň

And on me.

Every time Clint starts singing, I just got to go.

Yeah. It's like, uh, the only trust fall when you sing is that I trust that a piece of poop is gonna fall out of my son's butt.

Hey, Clint, how about that? You got us to agree on something. Yeah. We both think you're a loser. This therapy works.

No! That is not the way therapy works at all! Do you think this is some kind of a joke?! This is my career! I will not go back to coaching the Browns! Why can't people take what I do seriously?!

God! Oh, my God. One more. Oh, my God. Okay. Oh, my God.

God, that was a lot of stairs. I'm exhausted.

My chest is on fire.

Oh. Ooh! So, Mr.Arch-itect, what do we do now? Fall in love or something?

And, kids, as I stood on that lighthouse and looked at that girl, I felt something happen inside me, something that had only happened one other time in my entire adult life.

Okay, scrambled eggs. Here we go. Where is the egg opener? Never mind. I'll pre-scramble them. It's fine. Okay, fine, Loretta. You know what? You win. I don't know how to cook egg.

If you don't even know how to make scrambled eggs, I just worry what kind of breakfast you're gonna be serving my grandchildren.

Well, lucky you because that is one thing you won't ever have to worry about.

Mom, Robin can't have kids.

Every single job I take on, it's always the same! The coffee maker has to stay in the office, Clint! You still have to wear pants on Casual Friday, Clint! We didn't hire you, Clint! Well, God, I'm-I'm... I'm just sick of it. I'm si... Ow. Ow. Oh, I can hear my blood right now. I'm having an attack. I'm having a blood attack.

A blood attack?

Yeah. Pull over. I need... I-I need to meditate. I got to get my heart rate down. I'll... Ow! Pull over.

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We're in the middle of nowhere.

Pull over! Zitch dog, Labradoodle in a Ford Fusion! Ow! God...

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