Filler segment: Mike proposes to Erika, all jokey-like, the same way he proposed to Krista all serious-like. The only really funny part is where he says solemnly, "Erika, I came on this show looking for a lot of things. Fortune, competition...time with Chicken George." That's pretty fuckin' funny, at least when you compare it to the rest of his sense of humor. He's totally gross, but I will award the point. He immediately ruins it by implying in the DR that Erika will need to put out if she wants to stay in the house. I don't think he means it, exactly, but it's disgusting either way. "You're not going anywhere," he whispers to her.
Marcellas pays a visit to Janelle. He tells us that for a long time, he and Janelle were close friends, and then it "dissipated." He says, "I needed to find out where we stood." That's what you get when you base your friendships on reality television, which it turns out is not a good way to choose your friends. Who knew? (Oh, right: me.) They have a chat in which he asks her what she's trying to accomplish. He also tells her that he assumes they still have a deal to go to the final two together. She wants to know, if that's the case, why he's shit-talking her. He wants to know why she's shit-talking him. He also wants to know who says he's talking about her, and she mentions Will and Mike. He points out that Will and Mike are not the most reliable sources of all time.
You guys, I swear to God, I just smelled Bonne Bell Lip Smackers.
Marcellas also reminds Janelle that they have an F2 deal. She reminds him that he's in an alliance with Danielle and Erika now. He...is? I can't keep track of these alliances. Marcellas insists that he has only one deal -- and that's the one he has with her. And then, in the DR, he laughs and assures us that he would have said absolutely anything to Janelle at that moment. "I never hated you," he lies for all of us, and he promises her that his allegiance is to her. She says that she feels the same. They kiss and make up and agree to keep "acting" like they hate each other. "If I win Head of Household, the buxom blonde is toast," he says. Aw, that is love. Well, reality-show love.