[fantasy scene of Marshall going to see thirteen-year-old Marshall as he smokes in a Minnesota forest:]
Marshall: I'm sorry I hit you, buddy. I wanted to make it up to you by giving you this.
Young Marshall: Wow, she's hot!
Marshall: Yeah. Well, some day, you're going to marry her.
Young Marshall: No way.
Marshall: We're pretty lucky.
Young Marshall: Totally. I'll be in my tent.
Marshall: Oh, no. Wait, hey! No, don't do that. Well... Have fun for me.