Robin: Oh, my God! You guys, her hotness isn't even real! It's circumstantial hotness. Watch.
[Robin steps behind the bar. Her hair is blown back as he pours cocktails in a sultry way]
Marshall: I suppose you think she's hotter than me, too.
Carl: What the hell are you doing?
Robin: What?
Carl: You're not allowed back here.
Robin: Oh, no. Uh, I... Carl, look. [stuttering] No. I don't want to go back. Please, please, just don't make me go back.
Carl: You got to go.
Robin: Don't. I...
Carl: You got to go.
Robin: I just... No, Carl. I was... I was somebody back there! Everybody loved me.