[flashback to Marshall meeting Mickey at MacLaren's:]
Marshall: But... It doesn't have to be that way. We can fix this, right?
Mickey: [scoffs] You know, I always thought it'd get fixed at the wedding. I even wrote a toast. But then, no invite. Hell, I haven't even seen a wedding photo.
Marshall: [v.o.] And then, right before my eyes, your father broke down crying.
[Marshall starts sobbing]
Marshall: That's it! You're coming to Thanksgiving!