Afternoon meet-the-family date. Judy and Rick are donning Hawaiian shirts and chilling at their hotel. She starts telling them what she likes about their son. Jill and Judy both like to play cards. What a terribly un-fascinating coincidence. Judy drags Jill outside and says that this really isn't Ed's scene, but whatever. Inside, Rick wants to know why the hell they got dragged to Hawaii. Don't question a free trip, dude. Ed says he was able to salvage his job. Ed interviews that his dad worries that Ed's career is going to go to pot because of this fucking stupid show. I'm with dad. Ed brushes it all off. Dad does appreciate that he made a mistake and is trying to make it right. Ed says that he'll propose, if Jill picks him. Rick does seem happy, or buzzed off the beer he's drinking. Outside Judy just nods and smiles while Jill blathers on. Rick interrupts the girl chat. Dad wants to know a lot about her and basically what her intentions are. Dad has a strange mustache, and seems to be teary when talking about his son
throwing away his career opening up his heart.
Afterwards, Ed and Jill discuss their conversations on the beach. They both think it went well. Then Jill pulls out the Fantasy Suite card. She can't pass it up. Of course. He doesn't seem to mind this suggestion. She wants to wrap up the day so they can have "intimate cozy sexytimes." Yes, those were her exact words. Lovely.
He shows up at the suite with the dopiest looking hairdo yet. Jill interviews that she finds him so sexy. He makes her heart skip a beat. You say so, lady. This fantasy suite is not nearly as nice as the one in Spain, but there are more candles and flowers and the usual. I'm sure they don't care about the décor as much as I do. He says he's nervous because he wants to tell her that he loves her. She says that she's worried that she'll end up taking a backseat to his work. He explains that he's looking for her to help him with some work/life balance. He's staring off into space while he's telling her this. That drives me bananas. Then he claims that he's falling in love with her, and he doesn't care about anything else. He wants this to be the perfect night. I'm worried that their papasan chair is going to fall over. Not to worry, since he lifts her and carries her to the bed. A few minutes later she gets up and goes to the bathroom, and comes back wearing a strange little nightgown, which is long sleeved, but really low cut. Hot? Hard to say. It's time for massage oil. OK. Close the little doors now, producers. Please? My eyes. My eyes! I don't need to see him oiling her up. Really, I don't. Thankfully, they finally cut away, but the drumming music is still going. As the lights turn out and the cameras scan down to the beach and the calm surf lapping at the beach. Ah, that's a much nicer sight than the massage oil. I feel refreshed now, thanks.