Kids, I must’ve heard your mom’s rendition of La Vie En Rose a million times over the years. Every night when she tucked you in, for instance. But that performance, that first night I ever heard her sing, that one will always be my favorite.
Hi. I’m Ted Mosby. And exactly forty-five 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 forty-five days away. But I’m here now, I guess, because… I want those extra forty-five days. With you. I want each one of them.
… Ted Evelyn Mosby.”
“Thank you for that”
“A man with more emotional endurance than anyone I know. It was a long and difficult road. Thanks god we finally got here.”
“Aunt Lilly was half right. It was a long road. You might even say it was really really really really long. But difficult? Nah. It was life. Stuff happens in life. Things fall apart, things get put back together. When I think how lucky I am to wake up next to your mom every morning, I can’t help but be amazed at how easy it all really was. All I had to do was to get out of the apartment for a couple of hours so uncle Marshall could propose to aunt Lilly. Go to the bar. Meet your aunt Robin. Convince your aunt Robin to fall in love with me. Break up with your aunt Robin. Go on a rebound. Go get a rebound tattoo. Go get the rebound tattoo removed. Meet Stella. Convince Stella to fall in love with me. Get engaged. Get left at the altar. Get fired. Get beat up by a goat. Get a job as a professor. Teach the wrong class. Date the wrong girl. Date the wrong girl again. Date the wrong girl a few times actually. Let uncle Barney fall in love with aunt Robin. Let aunt Robin fall in love with uncle Barney. Book the wedding band. Go to their wedding. Make sure the wedding actually happened. Leave a little early. Be in the right place in the right time. And somehow, summon the guts to do the stupidest, most impossible thing in the world. Walk up to that beautiful girl standing under the yellow umbrella and start talking.”
-…the best man, yeah, get in here, get in here.
-Oh thanks. Here let me.
-Great show tonight.
-You’re Cindy’s ex-roommate, right?
-Yes. And you aree the professor. I took one of you classes.
-Really? Which one?
-Econ 305? I don’t teach…oh no.
-Excuse me, I’m gonna jump under the tracks now.
-No no no, don’t! You were great. You were great.
-Wait a second. This is my umbrella, I left this umbrella at Cindy’s, you totally stole my umbrella.
-What?! No I didn’t. This is my umbrella, I bought this.
-Excuse me, it even has my initials on it, right here. T.M., Ted Mosby.
-Yeah. Look again, Ted Mosby. Those are my initials. T.M., Tracy McConnel.
-No, Tracy McConnel, this is TM, Totally My umbrella.
-You’re TM, Terribly Mistaken, because this umbrella has always belonged TM - To Me. Although I DID lose it for a few years there. So I went to this dance club…
-…on St. Patrick’s Day.
-On st. Patrick’s Day.
-And you left it there.
-And I left it there.
-And you’d never thought you’d see it again.
-And I’d never thought I’d see it again…. Funny how sometimes you just.. find things.
“See? Easy. And that, kids, is How I Met Your Mother