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I cannot stop staring at that girl's face.

Face.

That's your weirdest nickname for boobs yet.

I'm really looking at her face.

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?

That's it! You know what? Five-minute time-out! Corner booth! Now.

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?! 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 till you've seen Woody Allen.

I am, too, a real New Yorker.

That's adorable.

You're from Canada.

I've been here for almost six years. It's not like I just got off a boat.

A boat!

Wait, that is how you say it.

I'd say you're not a real New Yorker

till you've stolen a cab from someone who needs it more than you.

You're not a real New Yorker till you've cried on the subway

and not given a damn what anyone thinks.

You're not a real New Yorker till 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 we should go see him.

Why would I do that? I'll see him at poker on Tuesday.

Come on, if we jump in a cab, we'll be there in 15 minutes.

A real New Yorker knows the subway's faster.

Take the 1, and transfer to the 2-3.

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.

I know the city better than any of you guys.

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!

Synchronisation : Kyros, MiniBen314, Strex

Adaptation : H3AV3N, Kenji, TTT

Relecture : MiniBen314, Titou

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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.

It's negative.

As the weeks went by, Marshall's confidence never wavered.

And it started to mess with Lily's head.

Negative?

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!

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.

Gather round, ye children

To hear the tale so sweet

Of a man who dared to race machines

With nothing but his feet

Suck it, grand-butt!

Marshall

Versus the machines

Taxi!

Excuse me, I got a thing.

Track maintenance?

20-minute delay?

- How do you do that? - I grew up here, I speak conductor.

Damn it!

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 site where students can go say what they think about their professors.

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?

The brown one or the gray one?

That's the gray one. Did you know that in 18...

Come on!

Somebody call an ambulance!

Excuse me, I've got a thing.

- 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.

We're required by law to take you to the nearest hospital,

which is St. Luke's-Roosevelt.

Uptown.

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!

I am so excited to be your coanchor!

Hi, Becky. My, you're perky.

Don't worry, I am not here to step on your toesies.

You're still the star.

I made chocolate chip cookies for everybody!

And just like that, Becky started to eclipse Robin.

I mean, literally eclipse her.

This is my cab!

Keep it.

Ranjit, take me to Gregor's.

Taking you to Gregor's.

As Marshall ran with all his might and passed his friend Christine

He thought of all the times that he had beaten the machine

He triumphed over "Pitfall"

He vanquished the alarm

He brought the jukebox back to life with his Fonzarelli arm

Marshall

Versus the machines

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.

Ranjit, pull over.

Pulling over.

Hey, toots! How about a ride?

Hey, Robin, it's you.

Move along!

Move along!

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?

- Can I talk to you? - Sure.

Stand a little more this way. I'm scouting some talent.

Pretend we're talking about something important.

Well, this is something important.

I'm having a really rough time at work,

the whole Becky thing...

That's just getting distracting. Say "carrots and peas."

Guys, I can't stop staring at that girl's face.

What, you really had something to talk about?

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.

Everyone keeps saying that I'm not a real New Yorker.

Maybe I should just stop trying.

Robin, I had no idea.

It's my fault for thinking that you might care.

- Ranjit, stop the car. - Stopping the car.

- Don't stop the car. - Not stopping the car.

- Seriously, stop the car. - Seriously stopping the car.

Look, you... Wait, Robin, hold on.

If you want to talk, I'm right here.

Carrots and peas.

Don't...

I'll crank up the smooth jazz.

Our hero's strength was fading fast

Just as the light turns...

Green

He then thought back to all the times

He'd lost to a machine

Come on, Playboy Channel.

The cable box is fearsome

But the stapler's mighty sting

Come on, Spice Channel.

The cable box's bite again

Getting too tired

To sing

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.

- This is crazy. - I can't believe it.

This is clearly a sign.

Let's just call it a tie.

Forget about the race. Head back to the bar.

Just like that, the race was back on.

Idiot.

Meanwhile, one subway car over...

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 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.

Seriously, smell me.

He did smell incredible.

Too slow. Switch.

Sweetie?

Are you okay?

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.

Is that Maury Povich?

Sorry, 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.

So long, sucker.

Bring it in.

Damn it.

It's Lily. Help me.

And not a single passenger would listen to me.

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 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 it could still do something,

but it can't.

You've been trying for two months, not two years, that's nothing.

You should talk.

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 fricking building.

Come on, dude.

Sounds like you guys need to clear everything,

subtract the negativity,

and add some perspective.

Get in!

- There it is. - Where are Marshall and Lily?

Who cares?

I won? I won!

I can't believe it! How did that even happen?

Here's how it happened.

- He's in. Go. Go. Gun it. - Ted's in the way.

- Run him over. - Running him over.

What the hell is the matter with you?

Nothing. I just want to win this really badly.

So badly that I just ditched Robin when she needed me.

You were also gonna run over Ted.

Why did I get so crazy about this?

Maybe for the same reason I kept saying I could run seven miles.

I'm trying to be really confident and positive about this, but,

I'm really scared we're not pregnant yet.

I keep thinking there's something wrong with me.

I keep thinking the same.

- It's only been two months. - We are crazy.

- We're totally crazy. - This is the last time

it's ever gonna 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 go up and get faced in the lodge.

And see Coney Island. I've still never been.

We have a whole bucket list of things to do before having kids.

A cradle list.

I'm...

so glad we're trying,

and I'm gonna 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...

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 smiled.

I know what you did back there.

Check it. I just drove a pedicab 26 blocks,

and I still smell incredible.

Smell me.

- I'm not... - Smell me.

He did smell incredible.

Wait a minute. So, where's Woody Allen?

Right there.

Damn it, Max. That's Maury Povich.

I always get those two confuse.

Technically, there was only one winner that day.

But 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.