And then, we are in Montreal, home of many Canadians. And, I'm sure, lots of other things my American self wouldn't understand because they're in French. The Weavers and Linzes are making their way through the airport and catching cabs. As the Weavers get into their cab, Rolly says to the driver, "Are you fast?" And then he hesitates and adds, "El fasto?" Yes, that's right. The boy said "el fasto." The driver answers, "I'm not going to lose my life getting you there." That is the last time the driver will be likable for the rest of the day. Once they're in the cab, the Weavers become acquainted with their driver, who tells them, "They call me Ted." Not that his name is Ted, but that "they," whoever "they" are, call him Ted. I think Ted might be a spy of some sort. We learn here, late in the race, that the Weavers' name for the Linzes is "the G.I. Janes." That is the first nickname I've ever heard for which I literally cannot imagine any justification. Am I missing a clear resemblance between the boys and Demi Moore? Is that what the Weavers think the military looks like? Do they think "Who Dey?" is from the Army? For no particular reason, Rebecca cements her hatefulness by giving Ted the "you're the man" routine in the cab, along with the finger-guns and tongue-clicking. The finger-guns! Yipes. Finally, the Linzes get themselves a cab from the airport. Their driver asks them if they want him to go fast, and they enthusiastically say yes. And then he asks, "You got big money for me?" They laugh and say they do. Hey, there's nothing wrong with capitalism.

Meanwhile, we learn that the Bransens' flight to Montreal has been delayed, and a very unbelievable in-flight voice that I believe is cribbed from a CD called Generic Sound Effects About Travel, Vol. 2 tells them that they'll be landing late, at about 5:25 PM. Ouch.