3:53 AM. Pointies. "Morr-IT-ee-us," says Rob. As they put their luggage in the back, he's like, "Morr-IT-ee-us? Never heard of it!" For some reason, I found that hysterically funny, and if I ever went on this show, I would totally use that line constantly. ("Moscow is in Rus-SEE-a? Never heard of it!" "Head to Mon-TREEL? Never heard of it!") Kimberly is giving directions in the car, and she tells us that she's decided it's "time for [her] to take control of the team." I bet Rob was excited to hear that. For the moment, taking control of the team consists of saying, "Make a left." She says in an interview that if she's pushy -- I mean, "assertive" -- enough, Rob will take her word for things and trust her. Rob coos over his kitten, saying that she's thriving under pressure. He's so proud; it's like she's his very own daughter that he makes out with sometimes.

Dustin and Kandice walk into the airport, and Kandice confidently announces that they are trying to get to "Morr-IT-ee-us." I like that she's checked the pronunciation. It's not "Morr-i-TEE-us," it's "Morr-IT-ee-us." Dustin, you dummy. Furthermore, you are a better person than I am if you don't envision Alicia Silverstone saying "Haiti-ans" every time you hear Kandice chirp this particular piece of information. They learn about the flight leaving at 8:00 AM. Rob and Kimberly arrive at the airport next. As the BQs discuss their tickets, Kandice is told that their flight to Mauritius connects through London. "Ask him what country that's in," Dustin says. Now, as amusing as it would be if this meant that she doesn't know what country London is in, I think it means she didn't really hear what he said, or didn't connect it with London, England, because she isn't thinking they're going anywhere like that. When they learn that it's London, England, Kandice leans back into the little hole in the Plexiglas and says to the guy, "That's weird." "I don't think this guy understands what we're saying," Dustin says loudly. So she goes over to straighten it out. "Sir," she says, holding up a world atlas and pointing, "We're right here right now? So you're saying we're going to fly up here and then all the way here?" It's true that it's a highly circuitous route, but I don't like the atlas business she's doing, because the airline ticketing guy probably knows where London is and where Mauritius is. Her skepticism doesn't bother me, but her methods are kind of patronizing. The guy clarifies that he is in fact getting them there as quickly as possible, and Dustin walks away, quite clearly convinced that the guy is a moron. "Let's keep looking, D," Kandice says, less snotty but equally convinced. "That doesn't make any sense at all," Dustin declares. I wonder how many direct flights she thinks there are from Kuwait to Mauritius. Not everything is New York-L.A., lady.