It was way back in 2005, I was 27,
just starting to make it as an architect and living in New York with Marshall, my best friend from college.
My life was good. And then uncle Marshall went to screw the whole thing up.
Marshall: Will you marry me?
Ted: Yes, perfect. And then you're engaged, you pop the champagne, you drink a toast, you have sex on the kitchen floor.
Don't have sex on our kitchen floor.
Marshall: Got it.Thanks for helping me plan this out, Ted.
Ted: Dude, are you kidding? It's you and Lily.
I've been there for all the big moments of you and Lily.
The night you met, your first date, other first things.
Marshall: Yeah, sorry. We thought you were asleep.
Ted: It's physics, Marshall. If the bottom bunk moves, the top bunk moves, too.
My God, you're getting engaged tonight.
Marshall: Yeah.