Erica: Oh, God. What the hell was that?
Geoff: Hey, who else heard "waffles," the pancake's geometric cousin?
Erica: Stop. He hated my gift.
Barry: Obviously. A horse pillow? After what you did?
Erica: What did I do? Geoff?
Geoff: Oh, come on. You know. It was high school. My parents were out of town. Joanne threw that party, and you took my dad's two prized porcelain Clydesdales and...
Barry: Posed them like they were doing it.
Erica: What? No, I didn't.
Barry: Oh, why are you denying it? Okay, it was the one moment in our lives I actually respected you.
Erica: That's why your dad's been cold to me all these years? Because of some little horsy hanky-panky?
Geoff: Not just that. Turned out when he separated the delicate figurines, Champ had broken his hind leg.
Erica: Champ?
Geoff: Champ and Dottie. They're actually brother and sister. Anyway, he was able to glue it back on, but you could still see the tiny fracture, or at least my dad could.