At the auction. Cherie notices that other racers are going up and down with guesses, while Dave is just concentrating on his chicken-scratch calculations and the shaky hand holding his pencil, like hypoxia-stricken Tom Hanks trying to do orbital mechanics longhand in Apollo 13. Vanessa, however, tells us this was no problem for her; "I'm used to tuning out men." I just bet she is. Sure enough, she's the next one to get a clue, and runs away cheering, "I don't suck at math! I don't suck at math!" She and Ralph are on their way. They do seem to like each other. Cherie, meanwhile, is hopping up and down with hope that Dave's currently offering the Gaucho a correct answer, but of course she's wasting her energy. Joey "Fitness" says to Andrew, "Yo, we can beat the clown. He said he's terrible at math." They work together and run downstairs, both getting a clue this time and leaving the clowns in the dust. "We're not making any friends here today," Cherie says. To the point where they might want to consider withdrawing personnel from their laugh embassy. After the other two teams are in their cabs, Dave makes yet another wrong guess. Cherie is supportive from the sidelines, saying they're not going to give up. I respect that. I also respect that they've realized that not giving up is the only possible victory remaining to them.
Vanessa and Ralph arrive at the mat, and Phil makes them guess their ranking rather than coming out and telling. Vanessa guesses seven, and Ralph five. Of course, she's right again, but I guess just now is when they found out that another bus passed them.
Cherie is both laughing and crying about Dave's persistent flummoxity. "The tears of a clown," we hear her say, either because she repeated her big line from last week or they just spliced it in to make it sound like she did while the camera was on Dave. Then, through a frozen smile, she manages to say, "He means well." That's about the meanest thing either of them ever say about anyone.
Joey "Fitness" and Danny arrive as team number eight, and then the twins show up in ninth. Phil asks if Andrew is excited to meet the soccer player. Andrew says of course he is, calling the greeter "the legend of Argentina." Even if he can't seem to recall the dude's name. Fortunately Google Image Search exists and allows me to determine that the greeter is none other than Diego Maradona! But of course that means he can't be a true South American football legend because he has two names. Anyway, Phil tells the twins that they're team number nine. He adds that they're cutting it fine, but Andrew and Diego Maradona still have a little time to head the soccer ball back and forth. Andrew probably prefers that to a trip to Grenada anyway.