John lets Tammy in, and the blonde, blonde Paris Hilton clone screams, "Poodle!" and jumps into his arms. "Ugh," she says once she gets a look at the digs, "this room blows. Daddy was supposed to hook us up with a suite!" Then they launch into the typical "infidelity cat and mouse" routine, where he tries to get her to go down to the bar with him, but she wants to see how big the closets are in this room; he jumps to try to stop her, but there's no one inside! Then Tammy leaps onto the bed and tells John how "horny" she is (classy!), and for a second it looks as though there's going to be a "Trapped In The Closet" situation, here, but then John notices his bag sitting there, and realizes just where it is that Gabby's hiding. He gives Tammy some weird excuse about having to bring his luggage down to the lobby to get a jammed zipper fixed...

...and he's just made it onto the elevator with the bag when Tammy bursts out of their room, holding up a "diamond watch" with lots of questions in her doe eyes. John thinks fast and tells her "that's what [she] gets for surprising [him]": he didn't have time for wrapping paper! She hook, line, and sinkers into the lie, and squeals that she's "never taking [the watch] off!" Gabby, from inside the luggage: "Son of a bitch!" John kicks the bag into silence, and then leaps out of the elevator and into Tammy's arms. The elevator doors close behind him.

Alone in the elevator, Gabby whispers, "John? John?" A couple gets on at the next floor, eyeing the bag with puzzlement. Gabby pokes her finger out between two zippers and births her way out of the bag. The couple stares and stares. Gabby, patting her hair into place: "Don't laugh, I saved a bundle on airfare." Eva Longoria is really, really teeny. In fact, I think that the bag Gabby just erupted out of was carry-on-sized. Though I'm pretty sure that "ethically wishy-washy former models" are on the list of items you're no longer allowed to bring on board an airplane, so she'd probably have to be checked.