The next morning, Robin was too tired to go all the way back to Brooklyn, so while I was at work, she went to crash at my apartment for a couple hours, and that's when... Nobody does it better than you. Marshall?! Oh, my God! So if Lily hadn't dragged me down to the wedding dress store, we would have made the first flight. Oh, thank God. The doors are still open. We made it. Hi. Please. We really need to get on this flight. Oh, my God! You're that reporter from Metro News 1. Yes, yes, I am. I can't believe you recognized me. You did that story on the giant pizzas? Would you check to see if you have any more seats? One moment, sir. Were those pizzas real? Come on, were they? Robin... One second, Ted. Um, you know, a lot of people ask me that. The truth is, the pizzas were real. Calzones. Trick photography. I knew it! God, it is so nice to meet a fan! And I would be a fan of your work if you could get us two seats on that next flight. Well, the, uh, flight attendants are just finishing up their final seat count. Let me see what I can find out.