Erica: Oh, my God. You're right. I'm you. I'm the Barry.
Barry: "I'm the Barry"? What- What the hell does that mean?
Erica: You know the mopey loser, the Barry.
Barry: Okay, that is not what being the Barry means.
Erica: I don't want to be the Barry, but that's exactly what I am.
Barry: This is my moment of triumph. Don't feel sorry for yourself for being me.
Erica: I really do feel like a hopeless Barry, while you're happily living your life like anything but a Barry.
Barry: Okay, I am happy, but I'm not the Barry. [slurps] I mean, I am the Barry, but in a good way! Gah! Just shut up!