After the commercial, Kris's sisters get their nails done while she berates them the entire time. Yay! ...Boo.

Um, She House Las Vegas? No. The whole WE Network can eat a bag of dicks, as far as I'm concerned. Too far? Sorry. Except...

We're back, and finally we have a black bride-to-be who isn't introduced with knock-off 50 Cent beats. The music still blows, but whatevs. "27-year-old Calisse Latta is sharp and sassy." 'Kay. "I'm an executive assistant, and I live in San Dimas, California. I met my fiance in Junior High School, and even then I thought he was really handsome." Deandre (the fiancée): "When she smiles, she just lights up the room." She is pretty. And, she proposed to him, which, according the fucking Factzillas (hate), happens only 1% of the time. Deandre: "She's headstrong and confident...you don't want to get on her bad side." Mindy states that Calisse has "always wanted a regal wedding." Calisse: "As long as I'm poofy and fluffy and walking down that aisle with bouncing curls...that's all I want." ...Great, then.

Come on, Mindy. I know you can't resist. "Thanks, Mr. S. Will this fairy tale end happily-ever-after, or will this maiden turn into a fire-breathing, ass-kicking, name-taking, out-of-control, Brrrrrriiiiiideziiiilllllaaaaaa?!?!" Ms. Burbano...um... "Name-taking?" Clip me.

"I'm not being difficult, just tell me where you are! Why is that too much to ask?" "You can stay outside, then." "I run this show. I run this show." "Call the fuckin' police? I'm gonna sue yo' ass!" "It's not everybody else's day, it's mine, I don't care." "You ain't seen nothin' yet." I'll bet. Deandre: "Someone's about to get burnt." M'kay...