[And heaven knew that Mordecai, raised by a religious family, had most certainly heard more than enough lectures on morals, even if he wasn't often the target of them, specifically.

If his own mother couldn't convince him that the gambling dens weren't worth the money, chances are Ted wouldn't either.

In stark contrast to the short tempered, violent creature he'd grow into, Mordecai's voice remains remarkably even. If anything, almost eerily so]

It is hardly uncommon. New York is a filthy, squalid, cramped place, I'm surprised we're all not dead from some miserable, wasting disease.

[Little cracks and pieces of what would become the neurotic adult he'd grow into]

We won't be there forever, at the very least. I've already begun working on a ten year long plan. I won't be living there when I'm twenty, and my mother and sisters won't be there either.

We'll never have to worry about expenses ever again.