TEXT: The bar Barney: I cannot stop staring at that girl's face. Ted: Face. Huh. That's your weirdest nickname for boobs yet. Barney: No, Ted, I'm really looking at her face. Lily: Aw... That's actually really sweet. Barney: Puffy cheeks, smudged mascara, slightly red nose... That girl was just crying. She's so sad and defenseless. Anyone have a condom? Everyone: Oh! Oh, God! No, no, no! Lily: That's it! You know what? Five-minute time-out! Corner booth! Now. Marsall: 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. Robin: I don't know, it could be cool. I've never seen Woody Allen. Marsall: What?! Robin, how can you be a New Yorker and never have seen Woody Allen? Robin: I have seen plenty of other famous people. Last week I saw... Maury Povich. Ted from 2030: Kids, you know talk show host Maury Povich. It was uncanny how often we saw this guy. Lily: Dude, everyone sees Maury Povich. Marsall: Maury Povich is everywhere. I'm sorry, Robin, but you're not a real New Yorker until you've seen Woody Allen. Robin: I am, too, a real New Yorker. Ted: That's adorable. You're from Canada. Robin: I have been here for almost six years. It's not like I just got off a boat. Lily: A boat! Oh, wait, that is how you say it. Ted: 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. Lily: No, you're not a real New Yorker till you've cried on the subway and not given a damn what anyone thinks. Marshall: No, you're not a real New Yorker until you've killed
SUMMARY:
Robin vows to convince the gang she is a "real" New Yorker, despite their teasing to the contrary, since she hails from Canada. When Woody Allen is spotted in a downtown restaurant, Robin and the gang rush to see the quintessential New Yorker.