Over a montage of reception shots and Malia and her friends doing that stupid and trite Charlie's Angels pose, she and Rich interview that they're very happy about how things turned out. I'll bet they are, with all that free shit they got. They dance and kiss and get in their limo and beat it out of town. Good riddance, I say.
Next week, Dana flares up and drops a bunch of F-bombs. Melody is weight-obsessed to the point of being kind of scary, but I don't really trust the production team anymore (well, less than I did, which was not a lot), so she's probably okay. Or not. I just don't know anymore! Gah!