Ron Swanson learns something about London, and much to his dismay, he actually likes part of it.

Leslie Knope:

“Why are we here?”

Ron Swanson:

“Just thought you needed some fresh air. Even if that air is filled with the foul stench of European Socialism.”

Ron Swanson:

“Well I’d offer to buy you a drink but where the hell would that even happen?”

Leslie Knope:

“This is London, Ron, there is a pub over there, over there, and one between those two butcher shops.”

Ron Swanson:

“Let’s go to that one, but we’ll be stopping at those two butcher shops first.”