Commercials. Dave and Lori won the Play Hard thing during their worst leg ever. There you go, America. Keep making sense!

When we return, Barry is still -- still -- complaining about sitting in traffic, and about how they made some huge mistake, though I'm not sure what it is. Lake and Michelle, meanwhile, are also on their way into Catania. Dave and Lori have decided to follow Fran and Barry's lead and choose to be stuck in traffic. Ray and Yolanda, on the other hand, are driving, and they do not appear to be currently sitting in traffic, though they have to share the roads with everyone else, so…whatever.

MoJo arrives at the amphitheater, and they both run around counting heads. Elsewhere, Eric and Jeremy follow BJ and Tyler as they run toward the swordfish guy. Finally, they all find him, and they all pick up their 32-pound fish and sling them over their backs. This is the part where Trash started wondering where Charla is when you really need her. Tyler asks his fish, "Hey, buddy, what's your name? You come here often?" I suspect that's not that much worse than his actual come-ons, really. For his part, BJ thinks it feels like "holding a wet cat." A wet…cat? Feels like a giant swordfish? He has dealt with some large cats, apparently. And possibly even ones wearing scuba gear. "Big-a fish-a comin' through!" BJ yells to a bunch of locals who, once again, I'm sure cannot get enough of that. Someone really should invite these guys to speak at a conference for people with speech impediments, because they would kill.

Monica and Joseph are finished counting, and he got 40, while she got 41. He decides to go with her number, so when they run down and find the groundskeeper, they manage to give the correct answer. I kind of like the way he just takes her answer on faith, like he feels like they need to go ahead and pick one, and if he's going to pick one, he errs on the side of picking hers rather than his, since they have absolutely no way of knowing which is best. It's very efficient, because it avoids squabbling and the interference of pride. That was a good move. They get the Detour clue and decide to do the Big Fish. He promises her that she can carry that much, and a third of a mile isn't all that long. Which is true, not that I've ever done it with a 32-pound fish on my back.