Rebecca Pearson: You are my husband and I am your wife and if you have a problem we will fix it together. I just need you to get in the car so we can go home. Everything's gonna be fine. Jack, look at me. Few months from now everything will be back to normal.
Rebecca Pearson: Sometimes in marriage, someone has to be the one to push to make the big moves. And oftentimes in our marriage, yes, it was your father. Our marriage wasn't perfect, it's true. But none are. And your father wasn't perfect, either. But he was pretty damn close. As close as they come.
Randall Pearson: I love my parents. I loved them together. But I don't want to be them. My mother said there's no such thing as a perfect marriage. But on that, I have to disagree with my mother.
Beth Pearson: I didn't think that was allowed.
Randall Pearson: Today, I'm allowing it. Because we're perfect, Beth. And I know this, you see, because I'm a perfectionist. So that's kind of my bag, you know? Been chasing after it my entire life. Perfection. And I fail... and I fail, and I fail and... the failure leads to self-doubt and self-loathing, and it's all... and all this other crap I got muddled up inside here. But when it comes to you and me... baby, there ain't nothing muddled there. We are perfect together. We are perfectly imperfect. And I didn't know know that was a thing. You see, we don't follow one another, Beth. We don't push our own plans on each other. We adjust our plans together. And if I can't adjust to you, then... then I have to figure out another way to do this. I'll volunteer somewhere, I'll...
[Beth raises her hand]
Randall Pearson: Yes, ma'am?
Beth Pearson: Can I take you somewhere?
Randall Pearson: Where?
Beth Pearson: I want to adjust your perfect plan.