Robin is stumped. "Um... uh... uh... Rashad... Tarkenton." The crowd groans.
Eyebrow cocked, Marshall approaches her. "Gary Anderson. He's now retired -- owns a fly-fishing business... in Canada." Number One tells her goodbye and points her to the exit.
Robin stops at the door. "You know what? I'm glad you found oat, because I'm proud to be Canadian. We may not have a fancy NFL team or Prince, but we invented Trivial Pursuit. You're welcome, Earth!" Number One looks impressed. "Plus in Canada, you can go to an all-nude strip club and order alcohol. That's right. From Moose Jaw to the Bay of Fundy, you can suck down a 20-ounce pilsner, while watching some coal miner's daughter strip down to her pelt. Jealous?!" A table full of women snicker. "In Canada, people don't care where you're from, as long as you're friendly and maybe loan them a smoke, or hand over a doughnut. I'm proud to be from the Great White North. And I wish I was there right now." She opens the door and makes her way out, then turns back. "And we're not afraid of the dark." She rolls her eyes. "I mean, we don't love it, but who does?"
At Ted's, Heather unzips the nicest-looking suitcase I've seen a long time. I wonder if she stole it. Inside, she finds the briefcase she coveted, adorned with a red bow. From behind, Ted wishes her a Merry Christmas. When she turns to face him, he tells her to look inside it. And then gives her instructions on how to open it, because nobody changes completely, overnight. Inside, Heather finds the lease -- co-signed by Ted. She says, "You signed the lease." When Ted asks if she knows why, she offers, "Because you trust me and think it's a great idea?"
Come on now, Heather. Yeah, Ted's been an insufferable prick to you, but you still haven't yet proven yourself, so co-signing a frickin' lease is a pretty big deal. Ted is, ultimately, kinder than I'd be. "Because I want to get to know you -- the new you." She thanks him and they hug. Ted adds, "By the way, in your new neighborhood, you really should get a good solid deadbolt for the door." When she gives him a look, he holds up his hands in a defensive gesture. "If you want..." He backs away slowly. "To live."
Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have got it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known. -- Garrison Keillor