Geoff: There you are. Your advice was terrible. I was rude and obnoxious, and Barry was a saint.
Erica: Hello, my dear and loving husband. How are you today?
Geoff: No pleasantries. I am reeling here. And not to mention, the Indian food is not sitting well. The bus trip home was a white-knuckler.
Erica: Okay. We'll figure this out.
Geoff: What's there to figure? I'm doomed to be a beloved but average country doctor who treats his simple patients with folksy wisdom.
Erica: Your worst-case scenarios are always so charming. But this isn't over. We can still hit Barry back.
Geoff: How? He's stolen my delightful persona. He said that laughter was the best medicine and then gave everyone several doses.
Erica: We'll just force the real Barry out of him with the one thing that he can't resist.
Geoff: All the buttons in an elevator?
Erica: His incredibly fragile ego.