Well I guess "Are you ready to think about going home, Margo?" actually means "Grab your bags, the limo's outside and our plane leaves in two hours," because we are SO OVER the whole India thing! As soon as Margo found out Eric was "gone," she was all, okay, meet the Dalai Lama, shake hands, smile, yeah yeah, call a cab back to the hotel, pack as quickly as possible, remember Eric fondly and LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.I mean, I presume we're in New York City here, right? No cabby from Dharamsala would wear guyliner, right? But ......no cabby from New York City would wear guyliner. Much less call someone "mister!" Hey, where are we?!
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