Barry: See, Geoffrey, we didn't need you or your pathetic binders. We just needed a roll of this. [tapes nose up] Check it. I'm Erica.
Erica: I will put that over your mouth while you sleep.
Barry: Then my ghost will haunt you by farting directly into your pillow, much like I do in the realm of the living.
Erica: What? I hate you!
Barry: She's hitting me, Geoff!
Erica: Stay over there! Do something!
Barry: This is all your fault, Geoff!
Geoff: Enough! What is wrong with you?
Barry & Erica: Me?
Geoff: I get it. You're siblings. You're not meant to be college roommates. But what's worse than the way you treat each other is how you treat me. Let that stupid tape solve all your problems from now on. I'm done.