The tony Hollywood Hills! Meanwhile, forty miles away and separated from L.A. by a mountain, several congressional voting districts, and an area code, Guy's House (I guess "Mann's Chinese" was already taken, forty miles away and separated from where they are by a mountain, several congressional voting districts, and an area code) is graced by a little womanly gentility. The jiggling, hungover mess of a prize stumbles out of a giant coach bus and through the front door, Bob noting in an interview, "I thought it was Journey pulling up, so I was fired up." Heh. "But then I was obviously even more fired up when it was Trista." Boo hoo, Bob. You had me again and then you lost me. Again. And you know who doesn't need any more kicks while they're down? Journey. On the bus now, Trista reminds us where we're going and who we're going with, as Bob interviews, "I don't think Trista needs to know what went on last night. Y'know, I'm not gonna bring it up unless Jack gives me the go-ahead. That's his story to tell." Cleverly edited back onto the bus, however, Bob does justice to the verb infinitive "to sell one up the river" when he casually asks Trista, "Did you hear about what happened with Jack last night?" Wanting to hear more, Trista pulls the string on the "Frat Party Talking Ken Doll" she brought with her on the trip, and Jamie stands at the front of the bus announcing, "We pick up his bed, put it outside, and..." before the string runs out and Jamie collapses into two, returning to his resting state. Gyp! Trista momentarily wishes she had instead gone with the Commemorative Basketball Jamie Bobble-Head Doll, but remembers that the shipping costs from the Eastern Bloc nation called "Disputed Zone" in which Jamie made his professional basketball career would be prohibitively expensive, and she just didn't have that kind of devalued litai lying around. So the current Jamie 1.0 model will have to do. Anyway, Trista responds in an overly-edited manner, tut-tutting such boyish hijinks with a roll of the eyes and a judgmental cluck of the very tongue that spent the identical period of time last night so far down a perfect stranger's throat she accidentally fished out an old boot. Jamie notes in an interview that he thinks Jack's antics "put the nail in the coffin with Trista." And it was kind of the producers to hastily splice together a shred of evidence that Trista's riddance of the token minority was entirely racially blind, but you just can just see the conflict in her eyes that leads her to quietly ask herself, "I don't want to give Jack a whole rose. Can I maybe compromise and give him three-fifths of one?"