Erica: I can't believe Geoff flaked like this. [exhales] Hey, what are you doing?
Barry: [scoffs] Nothing.
Erica: I see your hips moving! You're wiggling to itch your butt!
Barry: Okay! I'm sitting on a hairbrush.
Erica: My hairbrush?
Barry: It's not yours anymore. And I don't care if it makes it worse. [sighs] It's the devil's relief.