Erica: What are you doing? There's no way I'm going to that.
Barry: You have to! For some unknown reason, he's taken with you. So, we go, I charm him, ditch you, and my life of nonstop toga adventures begins.
Erica: I guess that would mean that you'd have to move out of our dorm and I'd never see your dumb face again.
Barry: We see it the same way. Now time to practice my lovable frat-brother antics, like crushing beer cans against my forehead. [fails] I know your weak spot, Mr. Pibb! [fails again] Ah! I'm softening it up. Aah!