Lily, there are a million reasons why I love you. You make me laugh, you take care of me when I’m sick, you’re sweet, caring and you even created an egg dish and named it after me. She puts a little Italian dressing on the eggs before she cooks them, it’s called Eggs Marshall and it’s awesome. But the main reason is you’re my best friend, Lily. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.-Marshall
Tracy McConnell: This is MY umbrella. I bought this. Ted: Excuse me, it even has my initials on it. Right here. Ted: T.M. Ted Mosby. Tracy McConnell: Yeah, look again, Ted Mobsy, those are *my* initials. T.M. Tracy McConnell. Ted, Tracy McConnell: Um, no, Tracy McConnell. It’s T.M. Totally My umbrella. Tracy McConnell: Um, YOU’RE T.M. Terribly Mistaken, because this umbrella has always belongs to T.M. To Me.
Ted: You’re too liberal with the phrase “That’s the dream”. Barney: Name one other time I’ve said that. Ted: A suit made of prosciutto so you can eat your way naked, that’s the dream. A pack of lions fighting a tyrannosaurus, that’s the dream. Being able to take a whole year’s worth of dumps in one, non-stop twenty-four hour period then not having to dump again for the rest of the year, that’s the dream. Barney: I never said Dump Day was the dream. I said science is this close to a pill. Ted: There can only be one “the dream”! You’re saying it’s going to jail for a bro? You’re comfortable with that being the one and only dream, forever?