[title: "Barney Stinson: Player King of New York City"]
Barney: Members of the council... Bros... nobody wants a war. Of course I've not forgotten the agreement of '04. What can I say? A bonehead move. Defend it? I'm not able. But, bros, have I not been a bro to each bro at this table? My friend from Brooklyn, Pickle Jar Bob, will give some validation. Remember that young tourist who was looking for Penn Station? She'd just come in from Boston, had a wicked good-in-bed look. I gave her bad directions and she ended up in Red Hook.
Bronx Donnie: Shut up, Barney.
Barney: Whoa, Bronx Donnie, let's not get excited.
Bronx Donnie: Tuxedo Charlie's not the only one here who's been slighted. You told her you were Jeter in your quest to lie upon her. Impersonating Yankees is my thing. Have you no honor?
Captain Bill: Gentlemen, please, let's not blow this détente to smithereens.
Staten Island Lou: Council recognizes Captain Bill, our bro from Queens.