Dixon and Silver arrive back at the Casa. She is shocked that he didn't like the movie. He is shocked that she made him an amateur porn star. He angrily tells her to stay away. She bargains that she'll destroy the movie if he'll calm down. She dissolves in OCD-level repetitions of "I love you... I love you... I love you!" Dixon: "Are you out of your mind?!" Something sparks in her eyes.
Back at the drag race, rowdy shenanigans transpire as Naomi attempts to crack open a beer. Some grease monkey takes it from her and opens it with his teeth -- the ultimate mating dance for a certain set, I suppose. Not Naomi's set, mind you. She tries several times to walk away, but the grabby-handed creep won't take the hint. Liam spots her and lumbers in to bust it up. And by "it," I mean the guy's face and driver's side window.
Back at the Casa, Harry presents Debbie with an olive branch in the form of a camera lens. Only problem? It's a video camera lens. But the significance and thoughtfulness is not lost on her. Their smooching is interrupted when Dixon storms in and says he smells something burning. Hand on my heart, I thought the shot would cut to a boiling bunny. Instead, the gang heads outside to find the smell emanating from the too-big planter, which Silver has repurposed as a sacrificial altar for her film, now re-titled Up in Smoke. Commercials.
Somewhere in the hills, Annie shares a calculated cuddle with theater geek. Just as she turns the flirtation up to 11, Ethan walks up and gets all macho territorial about his "girlfriend." She snaps back that she didn't realize she was still his girlfriend since they're in the middle of a "rough patch." Ethan asks what she was doing with drama geek, and she petulantly retorts that she wasn't kissing him. She says she's pissed that he gave her the guilt trip after cheating on her. She lets it slip that she quit the play for him because she thought the play was the problem. She wonders, if the play's not the thing, what is? He thinks they've grown apart and admits he did feel something for Rhonda. She moans that he's leaving her for Rhonda. He says she's missing the big picture and that they both need to figure out their identities, separately. And, with that, the death knell sounds on Dustin Milligan's career.
But, every time a douche sings, a sex bomb gets his wings. Specifically, Liam. The hot rod drops Naomi off at West Bev. She admits that the drag circuit was not her scene. Having waved the white flag, she starts to step out of the car. But wait! Now, satisfied by regaining the upper hand, Liam sweeps up the distressed damsel Naomi in his arms and gives her a long, hard, passionate and, most of all, manly kiss. It was all about the power. He wanted it. She wanted it. No good. She relinquished it. Everyone's happy. And with bananas to spare! He opens her door with one last "How 'bout them apples" smirk. She staggers out, mouth agape, loins a-quiver, and utterly speechless.