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Barney: Faster. Mush! Mush! I need this win. I need this win.

Barney: 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.

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Narator: Actually, Barney did not need a win.

Barney: And I smell incredible. Smell me. Just, seriously, smell me.

Narator: He did smell incredible.

Barney: Stop! Too slow. Switch.

Lily: Sweetie? Are you okay?

Robin: No. I am done with this city. It wins. I just want to move somewhere new and start over.

Lily: 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.

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Robin: What did he say?

Lily: No clue. Hey, is that Maury Povich?

Robin: Hey! Lily.

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. Damn it. Hey, it's Lily. Help me.

Ted: And not a single passenger would listen to me. I mean, am I a bad teacher? Do I just put people to sleep?

Man: Buddy? Hey, buddy? Need a hand?

Marshall: The machines have won! he machines have won.

Man: Dude, mellow.

Marshall: 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!

Ted: Wait. Is that what this whole stupid running thing has been about?

Marshall: My body has been letting me down, and I just wanted to prove that it could still do something, but it can't.

Ted: Dude, you've been trying for two months, not two years. That's nothing.

Marshall: 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.

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Ted: 64. But whatever.

Marshall: And you're designing a frickin' building. I mean, come on, dude.

Man: Sounds like you guys need to clear everything, subtract the negativity, and add some perspective.

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Lily: Marshall! Marshall, get in!

Ranjit: Hello.

Ted: There it is.

Robin: Where are Marshall and lily?

Barney: Who cares?

Robin: I won? I won!

Barney: No!

Robin: I can't believe I won! How did that even happen?

Narator: Here's how it happened.

Lily: Okay, he's in. Go. Go. Gun it.

Ranjit: Ted is in the way.

Lily: Run him over.

Ranjit: Running him over.

Marshall: No. Lily, what the hell is the matter with you?

Lily: Nothing. I just want to win this really badly. So badly that I just ditched my best friend when she needed me.

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Marshall: Oh, baby, you were also going to run over Ted.

Lily: Why did I get so crazy about this?

Marshall: 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.

Lily: Oh, thank God. I keep thinking there's something wrong with me.

Marshall: I keep thinking there's something wrong with me.

Lily: It's only been two months.

Marshall: We are crazy.

Lily: We're totally crazy.

Marshall: This is the last time it's ever going to be just the two of us. Shouldn't we be enjoying that?

Lily: We gotta go back to Paris.

Marshall: And take ballroom dancing.

Lily: And really learn how to ski. Not just up and get faced in the lodge.

Marshall: 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.

Lily: Oh, a cradle list.

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Marshall: 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.

Lily: It isn't a race.

Marshall: Ranjit, screw Gregor's. Let's go to Coney Island.

Ranjit: Screwing Gregor's. Going to Coney Island.

Narator: 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 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.

Robin: I won!

Barney: No!

Robin: So I said, "the cab, of course"

Ted: I know what you did back there.

Barney: Yeah. Check it. I just drove a pedicab 26 blocks, and I still smell incredible. Smell me.

Ted: I'm not gonna... Not gonna...

Barney: Smell me.

Narator: He did smell incredible.

Robin: Wait a minute. So, where is Woody Allen?

Max: He's right there.

Robin: Damn it, Max. That's Maury Povich.

Max: I always get those two confused.

Narator: 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.

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