Gosh, Ali and Frank are having sooo much fun on their date/ABC publicity stunt, let's leave them to it and go listen in on some braggodocio and backstabbing at the house. Who are the men picking on today? Still Justin. Much like an injured antelope on the Serengeti plains, Justin, who is both a professional wrestler (Canada division) and a gimp, is totally prime for plucking off and eating alive. Some random and chinless Craig is using his law school education to accuse Justin of not being honest. He has also apparently hidden Justin's crutches, so Justin can't leave while Craig berates him like a hostile witness in The Case of the Cocktail Party Lie. Justin defends himself by pointing out that he didn't lie to Ali, which is a pretty good point, but not for Craig R. who can't stomach the betrayal. BROS BEFORE HOS!
Ali and Frank break into Hugh Hefner's latest purchase -- the Hollywood Sign --and make out. Ah romance! Later, some poor production intern has thrust wads of cash at a tow truck and repair garage and has managed to get the convertible back on the road. In their luxe vintage wheels, Ali and Frank have driven to the top of a hill overlooking the city and are sitting on top of the car... canoodling. There is no other word for it. Also eating cupcakes. Possibly from Sprinkles. Ali tells Frank that he has all four of the qualities she's looking for in a man: funny, smart, quirky and then she sort of drifts off. I will assume the fourth is a unique ability to accessorize. Frank giggles about their chemistry, which I will take as a sign of Future Impending Non-Chemistry.
Back at the house, the names of the men attending the group date are announced. Jonathan, the tiny wittle weatherman from Texas, points out that he has to go on a group date with Craig a.k.a. Fake Dean McDermott, a Canadian dental salesman, who seems to harbor the dream of making Tori Spelling leave the real Dean McDermott and move to our neighbor to the north and sell dentures door-to-door with him. Also, wearing age-inappropriate hats and being a dick to everyone else on the show. All the men want to stab him in the hair (where it would really smart) as he seems to do nothing but wander through the house sowing seeds of discourse like a reality-television version of Eris (or the male version of Real Housewife Ramona Singer), pointing out everyone's deficiencies, follies of youth, ugly tattoos and much larger penises. Sadly, he gets dragged out of the kitchen before he can be punched out. Jonathan, a.k.a. The Weatherman, is very concerned about Fake Dean's potentially negative influence on poor, sweet, dressed-by-bluebirds Ali.