Ali finally comes to pick up Hunter and his jug band ears for his date. Hunter is definitely getting the short end of the date stick, probably because Ali isn't convinced she wants to be seen in public with him yet. He doesn't get to take a private jet to Vegas or tromp around on a protected wetland or even tightrope-walk across the Los Angeles skyline. No, he gets to cook weenies and talk. Every man's fantasy right? But hey: WEENIES! Dirty. As Hunter ties on an apron and completely rids himself of any trace of potential coolness, Ali explains how she gets her career ambitions from her dad. It was Daddy's Little Gift of ambition that has caused her to focus on her career instead of love. AND LOOK WHERE THAT GOT HER?? God, Ali, exactly why can't you have both a career and love? Most people manage to do two things at once. And, seriously, Feminist Hulk could make a field day out of smashing your patriarchal ideology. Hunter volunteers to be Mr. Mom if Ali wants to stay in the workforce, which is so adorable they have no choice but to slip into swimsuits and make out in the hot tub. Minus the making out. Speaking of hot tubs, Justin and Kirk are hanging out in their hot tub talking about hypothetically hoofing it over to Ali's house, you know, if someone was so inclined. Justin "guesses" it would take a few hours. Dude, Justin, I'm sure all those body slams and piledrivers and Dirty Sanchez's to the head have caused some light brain damage, but if you don't want to get caught, quit giving yourself the giggles and shut the hell up! Back in Ali's hot tub, things are not heating up, and Hunter hasn't been able to share his extra-well-done weenie with Ali. Seems that she's just not that into him. Back at the Bohunk Bungalow, the men are harassing Justin because they don't believe that he is there for the "right reasons". This ticks Justin off and he feels that he needs to defend himself and, you know, toss some tears around. The men are impressed with the emotional display, shrug in his general direction and chug some beer in his honor. Woot!
Hunter and Ali have their clothes back on, which is CLEARLY the wrong direction for fluid swapping. Hunter makes his final appeal for Ali's affections. He swears he is just used to moving slower than these hussy city girls seem to want. At that Ali announces that she's not giving him the rose. Hunter apologizes for failing to put out (or getting his ears pinned), but Ali claims there is simply no connection between them and no hope of a romantic feeling. No matter how much wine they drink. Hunter heads off to the airport stopping only long enough for the driver to get his bags out of the foyer of the Men's Mansion. Justin whoops in excitement, while everyone else clucks at Hunter's misfortune. Yeah, Justin's a dick.