How Your Mother Met Me


 * [The Mother goes into Cindy's room after seeing someone leave behind her yellow umbrella]
 * The Mother: Okay, this is crazy. Do you know where this umbrella came from, because I could've sworn that I... [sees that Cindy has been crying] What's wrong? Are you okay?
 * Cindy: We broke up.
 * The Mother: Oh well I never liked him and I never thought he deserved you, and... I am sorry I didn't know you were dating someone. Who was this?
 * Cindy: He was the architecture professor, the one who taught Econ 305 by accident.
 * The Mother: Oh. That guy? Why did you break up?
 * Cindy: He's got a thing for you!
 * The Mother: [surprised] What?!?! He... what? ... He did.. what? How could he have a thing for me, he's never even met me.
 * Cindy: He didn't have to. Everything he saw of yours he went crazy for.
 * The Mother: You should have brought him to my room, okay. He would have run screaming once he saw my calligraphy set, my coin collection, my chainmail corset from the Renaissance fair... well that's pretty cool.
 * Cindy: Come on. How could he not be in love with you? The way you fall asleep on the couch when you're doing the crossword...
 * The Mother: [confused] When did he see me fall asleep on the -
 * Cindy: [staring at her intensely] The way your hair smells... The way your eyes sparkle... [She leans in and kisses the Mother on the lips, catching her off guard. Eventually, she pulls back] I think I might have some stuff to figure out.
 * The Mother: You might.
 * Cindy: [embarrassed] I'm so sorry.
 * The Mother: No, uh, it's okay. It was nice... I haven't been kissed in a really long time.


 * [The Mother steps out for a moment after Louis proposes to her]
 * The Mother: Hi Max, it's me. Sorry to interrupt, I know you're probably up there playing baseball with your Dad. Um look, I've got a situation here. I think that I've been holding myself back from falling in love again and I think it's because I can't let you go but [nearly breaks down] you're not here anymore, so... I have to ask this. Would it be okay if I moved on? I realize that you have no way of answering that, but [feels sudden gust of wind] okay. I'll take that as a yes. In that case, I should get back in there. [moves to door, but] I guess this is it. For real this time... Bye, Max.