In a pointedly perplexing development, Danielle visits Lisa in the HoH room and praises her "very professional" nomination demeanor. Yeah. That's all she says, and then she leaves. Lisa doesn't think the purpose of Danielle's visit was to make Lisa feel better. Me, neither. On the other hand, she doesn't seem to know what the heck the purpose actually was. Uh...me, neither.

Lori is still self-administering therapy about her nomination. She visits Lisa just to clear the air and offer some reassurance that she's not mad about being nominated, and that she understands about the alliance. But then she diary-rooms that "paybacks can be pretty U-G-L-Y ugly." She tries to say it cool, too -- "ug-lay." Cool is not working for Lori. She's from Superior. Maybe if she were from Duluth, but not Superior.

Amy and Marcellas are playing cards. She complains that she doesn't want to vote, even though under normal circumstances she's "the hugest voter" and "loves to vote." What does that mean? Hey, is she one of those people who shows up with her little paper ballot and her golf-course pencil every time there's an available seat on the local Soil and Water Resources Board? I've always wanted to meet one of those people. Marcellas firmly encourages Amy to "vote her heart." She whines in the diary room that she doesn't want to vote against Marcellas, but she has to. Okay, seriously, I hate it when people do this. You do not have to. The drive to protect your own behind isn't malicious, but it's also not duress. It has gradually become my position that I don't mind people who turn on each other in this game -- it's people who turn on each other and then diary-room themselves into a frenzy about how they wish they could just be everyone's friend, blah blah blah, that annoy me most. Unlike shows where there's some element of skill competition, this entire game is about manipulation of other people, so quit pretending it isn't what you signed up for. It's the Lesson of Hardy and Will, among other things.

Josh pulls Jason aside and suggests that the two of them "work together" in the coming weeks. Jason equivocates, and Josh voices over that he just knows Jason "would like to be like [him]." Yeah, probably. He'll need a bandanna, a whack in the forehead with a brick, and a shoebox full of aggressive, fertile body lice. The conversation ends with a lot of blather about "the down-low" and "making it happen" and "with ya." I think Jason missed "keepin' it real" by about an inch and a half, thank the merciful heavens. I don't particularly like Jason's odd getup, in this scene, of shorts, sweater, ball cap, and sandals, either. He looks like he got lost on his way to a golf tournament and raided the lost-and-found at the YMCA. Jason assures us that he's trusting Josh for the moment, but that if Josh falters, Jason won't have any problem "doing nasty, dirty things" in response. A few hundred living-room couches across America are suddenly covered with greasy smears of ash representing what's left of a few hundred women with virgin fetishes who just spontaneously combusted.