I cannot stop staring at that girl's face.
Face. Huh.
That's your weirdest nickname for boobs yet.
No, Ted,
I'm really looking at her face.
Aw... That's actually really sweet.
Puffy cheeks,
smudged mascara,
slightly red nose...
That girl was just crying.
She's so sad
and defenseless.
Anyone have a condom?
Oh! Oh, God! No, no, no!
That's it! You know what?
Five-minute time-out!
Corner booth! Now.
Hey, get this.
You know my friend Max from law school?
He's at Gregor's Steakhouse downtown,
and Woody Allen is sitting two tables over.
He wants us to come check it out.
I don't know, it could be cool.
I've never seen Woody Allen.
What? Robin, how can you be a New Yorker
- and never have seen Woody Allen? - I have seen
plenty of other famous people.
Last week I saw... Maury Povich.
Kids, you know talk show host Maury Povich.
It was uncanny how often we saw this guy.
Dude, everyone sees Maury Povich.
Maury Povich is everywhere.
I'm sorry, Robin, but you're
not a real New Yorker
until you've seen Woody Allen.
I am, too, a real New Yorker.
That's adorable.
You're from Canada.
I have been here for almost six years.
It's not like I just got off a boat.
A boat!
Oh, wait, that is how you say it.
I'd say you're not a real New Yorker until you've stolen a cab
from someone who needs it more than you do.
No, you're not a real New Yorker till you've cried on the subway
and not given a damn what anyone thinks.
No, you're not a real New Yorker
until you've killed a cockroach with your bare hands.
Those rules are all stupid, okay?
I've never done any of those things.
By the end of this day,
Robin would have done all of those things.
Okay, time's up.
What are we talking about?
Woody Allen is eating at Gregor's,
and Robin thinks that we should go see him.
Why would I do that?
I'll see him at poker on Tuesday.
Oh, come on, if we jump in a cab,
we'll be there in 15 minutes.
A real New Yorker would know the subway's faster.
You just take the one, and transfer to the two-three.
Well, the bus runs more often on weekends.
Take the M-7 to the M-5.
The bus? Every time I take the bus,
there is one crazy person no one wants to sit near.
That's why I have never taken the bus.
Plus...
I can run faster than a bus.
Dude, that's, like, seven miles.
You can't do that.
- You can't beat the bus! - I can beat
a bus or a cab or a train!
Is anyone else suddenly craving green eggs and ham?
Machines are overrated, and someone needs to take them down a peg.
You're all wrong... I got a way to get there so fast, I could beat all of you,
even if I
sat down and ordered
a big, juicy steak first.
How?
Medium rare.
But that's not important right now.
Look, I know the city better than any of you guys, okay?
- Oh, my God! - Oh, wow!
All right, all right, hold on, hold on!
Let's just forget about it.
Who cares? I mean, there's no way
to find out who's right anyway.
First person there wins!
Doesn't matter how you get there!
Stay sad! I'll be back!
Hi. Can I see a menu, please?
No rush.
Kids, I should tell you,
Lily really needed a win that day.
When Marshall and Lily decided to have a baby,
they assumed it would happen right away.
It's gonna be positive.
Eriksen man are hella fertile.
When Uncle Morris was 16, he got his girlfriend pregnant
just by holding her hand too tight in the backseat of a car.
Now I'm thinking my parents lied to me.
Negative.
As the weeks went by,
Marshall's confidence never wavered.
Then it started to mess with Lily's head.
Negative?
Well, we know it's not me.
Everything's fine.
These things take time.
Not with an Eriksen.
Something must be wrong with you.
Also, my mom hates you.
You know what?
Just to make sure, I'm gonna pee on this again.
What?
No, you wouldn't.
Somebody help me!
Lily was so fed up with not getting anywhere,
maybe winning this race was just what she needed.
Idiot!
I'll show them.
My body can outrun any motorized vehicle.
I'm like John Henry when he beat the steam engine.
All I need is a great folk song.
Suck it, grand-butt!
Ooh, taxi!
Excuse me, I got a thing.
Maury... Maury...
Track maintenance?
20-minute delay?
How do you do that?
I grew up here, I speak conductor.
Damn it!
Kids, I also needed a win that day.
A couple nights earlier, your Uncle Marshall
had offhandedly mentioned a web site called...
Grademyteacher.net?
It's this awesome site where students can go say
what they really think about their professors.
Hey, you're probably on there.
I just had to see what my students had written about me.
And it was...
Majestic.
Until...
Now, kids, I knew I was a good Professor.
That's why I didn't let it bother me.
I had nothing to prove.
Absolutely nothing.
Here's a fun fact.
See the Alberta Building over there?
- Oh. The brown one or the gray one? - That's the gray one.
Did you know
that in 18...
Hey!
Come on!
Elizabeth!
Somebody call an ambulance!
Excuse me, I've got a thing. Hey!
- That's my cab! - Gregor's Steakhouse, downtown.
This is my cab...!
Downtown hospital, please.
It's right by Gregor's Steakhouse.
Take the FDR, and maybe crank up some smooth jazz.
Uh, we're required by law to take you to the nearest hospital,
which is St. Luke's-Roosevelt.
Uptown.
Oh, no.
It's my cab! This is my cab!
It's Barney.
Help me.
Robin also needed a win that day.
It had been a rough year for Robin.
First her boyfriend and former cohost, Don,
left her for another job.
Then Robin met her new cohost, Becky.
Hi! I'm Becky!
Hi.
I am so excited to be your coanchor!
Yay!
Hi, Becky. My, you're perky.
Don't worry, I am not here to step on your toesies.
Oh...
You're still the star.
I made chocolate chip cookies for everybody!
Yay!
And just like that,
Becky started to eclipse Robin.
I mean, literally eclipse her.
This is my cab! Aah!
Keep it.
Hello.
Ranjit, take me to Gregor's.
Taking you to Gregor's.
Hey, Christine.
Yes!
- Hey...! - Oh!
Ow. Ow.
Ow.
Last seat.
Thank God.
I just had the worst cab ride of my life.
Well, you're in luck.
See that gothic church over there?
Those corinthian columns were designed by Giuseppe Pegatto in 1896.
Ow. Ow.
Ow.
Hey, Ranjit, pull over.
Pulling over.
Hey, toots!
How about a ride?
Oh. Hey, Robin, it's you.
See that over there?
That's the old Arcadian Hotel.
Fun fact... While today its neoclassical fenestration
is considered to be...
So, is this ride your way of apologizing for this morning?
I'm sorry. I never apologize.
And why would I?
Are you kidding me?
Hey, Barney, can I talk to you?
Sure. Stand a little more this way.
I'm scouting some talent.
Pretend we're talking about something important.
Oh, well, this... This is something important.
Um, I'm having a... A really rough time at work.
You know, the whole Becky thing...
Oh, you know what?
That's just getting distracting.
Um, say "carrots and peas". Carrots and peas.
Guys, I can't stop staring at that girl's face.
- What, you really had something to talk about? - Yes.
Look, I've spent the last six years in this city,
focusing on my career, all for nothing.
Some lady almost got me killed.
Maury Povich stole my cab.
I swear, this city is starting to reject me
like a bad organ transplant.
You know, everyone keeps saying that I'm not a real New Yorker.
Well, maybe I should just stop trying.
Robin, I had no idea.
No, it's my fault for thinking that you might care.
Ranjit, stop the car.
Stopping the car.
No, don't stop the car.
Not stopping the car.
Seriously, stop the car.
Seriously stopping the car.
Look, you...
Wait, wait... Robin, hold on.
If you want to talk, I'm right here.
Carrots and peas.
Don't...
You...
I'll crank up the smooth jazz.
Come on, Playboy channel.
Ow!
Come on, spice channel.
Uses a hybrid steel tube structure...
Kids, that day, I had a horrible realization.
If you can't spot the crazy person on the bus...
It's you.
The good news is, I was halfway there,
and nothing could stop me.
Whoa!
This is crazy.
I can't believe it.
Okay, this is clearly a sign.
Let's just call it a tie.
Forget about the race.
Head back to the bar.
Absolutely.
Just like that, the race was back on.
Idiot.
Meanwhile, one subway car over...
Oh, God.
Oh, bite me!
Faster. Mush! Mush!
I need this win. I need this win.
And firing half my department freed up the money
to double my own salary.
And this chick from Boston was wicked hot in bed last night,
and I'm getting more muscular,
even though I've stopped working out,
and I've got this amazing poker group.
Actually, Barney did not need a win.
And I smell incredible. Smell me.
Just, seriously, smell me.
He did smell incredible.
Stop!
Too slow. Switch.
Sweetie?
Are you okay?
No.
I am done with this city. It wins.
I just want to move somewhere new and start over.
You've had a rough year.
But you're tough.
And I love you like crazy.
If you left, I'd have to follow you.
And Marshall would follow me.
And Ted would follow him.
The only upside is that we might get rid of Barney.
Bring it in.
What did he say?
No clue.
Hey, is that Maury Povich?
Hey! Lily.
Sorry, sweetie.
I swear I'll be a great friend
at the finish line, but the conductor just said
you're going express to Borough Hall,
which means you're screwed, sweetie.
So long, sucker.
Bring it in.
Damn it.
Hey, it's Lily. Help me.
And not a single passenger would listen to me.
I mean, am I a bad teacher?
Do I just put people to sleep?
Buddy?
Hey, buddy?
Need a hand?
The machines have won!
The machines have won.
Dude, mellow.
I can't do it. I can't run that far.
I can't outrace anything.
I... I can't...
I can't get my wife pregnant!
Wait.
Is that what this whole stupid running thing has been about?
My body has been letting me down, and I just wanted
to prove that it could still do something,
but it can't.
Dude, you've been trying for two months,
not two years. That's nothing.
Well, you should talk.
You know, you're the one who's freaking out
because you have one mediocre review
and, like, 50 great ones.
64. But whatever.
And you're designing a frickin' building.
I mean, come on, dude.
Sounds like you guys need to clear everything,
subtract the negativity,
and add some perspective.
Marshall!
Marshall, get in!
Hello.
There it is.
Where are Marshall and lily?
Who cares?
I won? I won!
No!
I can't believe I won!
How did that even happen?
Here's how it happened.
Okay, he's in. Go. Go. Gun it.
Ted is in the way. Run him over.
Running him over.
No. Lily, what the hell is the matter with you?
Nothing. I just want to win this really badly.
So badly that I just ditched my best friend
when she needed me.
Oh, baby, you were also going to run over Ted.
Why did I get so crazy about this?
Maybe for the same reason that I kept saying
that I could run seven miles.
I... I'm trying to be really, um, confident and positive
about all this, but, baby, I'm really scared
that we're not pregnant yet.
Oh, thank God.
I keep thinking there's something wrong with me.
It's only been two months.
We are crazy.
We're totally crazy.
This is the last time
it's ever going to be just the two of us.
Shouldn't we be enjoying that?
We gotta go back to Paris.
And take ballroom dancing.
And really learn how to ski.
Not just up and get faced in the lodge.
And see Coney Island. I've still never been.
See, we have a whole bucket list of things to do
before we start having kids.
Oh, a cradle list.
I'm...
So glad we're trying, and I'm going to be really excited
for when it happens, but this isn't a race.
This isn't a race.
Ranjit, screw Gregor's.
Let's go to Coney Island.
Screwing Gregor's. Going to Coney Island.
As for how Robin beat me and Barney,
to this day, your uncle Barney won't admit it...
Who cares? But here's what I saw:
I saw Barney notice Robin's face...
And maybe realize something.
Barney says he tripped,
but it sure felt like he tackled me on purpose.
And when Robin won,
i could have sworn I saw him smile.
- I won! - No!
So I said, "the cab, of course"
I know what you did back there.
Yeah.
Check it.
I just drove a pedicab 26 blocks,
and I still smell incredible.
Smell me.
I'm not gonna...
- Not gonna... - Smell me.
He did smell incredible.
Wait a minute.
So, where is Woody Allen?
He's right there.
Damn it, Max. That's Maury Povich.
I always get those two confused.
Technically, there was only one winner that day.
And in that race, everyone found exactly what they needed.
It's true,
she wouldn't see Woody Allen
for another couple months,
but that's how Robin became,
by just about any definition of the term...
A real New Yorker.