Erica: Wait, you're just gonna jet off to a faraway land of fancy ham and flamenco dancing?
Geoff: Oh, I-I mean, it's totally not gonna happen. It was just a lark. A lark that totally panned out in the most amazing way, but it's not happening.
Erica: Geoff, look at me. You have to go.
Geoff: Wait. You really want me to go?
Erica: It's Spain! Or, as they call it, España. Es-pa-ña! Huh? Are we starting a chant or what?
Geoff: I don't think so.
Erica: Madrid, Barcelona, Ibiza.
Barry: You know your places. Nice.
Geoff: I'm gonna start the car.
Erica: But you can't drive to Spain! It's across a whole ocean!