Señor Stinky bitches and moans about living in L.A., and Johnny keeps supporting him with negative comments about living there. It's pretty clear that Johnny's just trying to keep Señor Stinky in Tempe, where Johnny believes he belongs. "Excuse me," says Courtney. "You're forgetting one advantage to living in L.A." When Señor Stinky searches the tablecloth for some idea of what she's talking about, Courtney says in a wounded voice, "Me." Oooh. He's in trouble now. When Courtney says, "This is where my career is," Señor Stinky patronizingly says, "Career...come on. You'll get over the acting bug." Oh, man. This guy sucks.

Dave and Hunter are exiting that fine Hollywood cinematic venture, Lost Souls. You know, that movie with Winona Ryder as some sort of demonic possession expert? Yeah. That one. Hunter's bitching about how Winona got the role that was supposed to be hers, and Dave tells her that the whole point of going to a movie is to forget about your own life for awhile. Hunter tells him it's hard when you're "in the business." What business is that, Hunter? Eternal self-involvement? I didn't realize you could make a career out of that. ["It's working for James Van Der Beek." -- Sars]

Dave suggests that they do something else instead, like "putt-putt golf" or something. I can tell that Hunter thinks "putt-putt" is something you do between the satin sheets. Dave tells Hunter that she's got to learn to unwind. "And 'putt-putt' is my solution?" she queries. "It's a start," says Dave. Hunter agrees to play, with one condition: if he tells anyone, she'll kill him. I'd say she'd do better to kill her hairstylist. That Farrah Fawcett concoction she's sporting merits an immediate beheading for its creator, let me tell you.

Back at the dinner date, Señor Stinky is yammering on about his ultimate dream of opening a sports trophy museum in Tempe. Hairless continues to poke gentle fun at the clueless Señor Stinky. Leslie tells Johnny that his mom discovered he was gay when she saw a poster of Johnny on his wall. Leslie says that he had to pretend to have a crush on Jennifer Love Hewitt just so his mom wouldn't know he was gay, but he couldn't keep living a lie. Johnny knows just how he feels, because one year he had to take JLH to some event and had to keep pretending to like her. Oh, the horror! Leslie and Johnny bond over the genuine distastefulness of JLH. Leslie exits to the bathroom and Señor Stinky says, "So, I wonder if he goes standing up or sitting down." The whole table goes after this insensitive comment with full weapons blazing. And rightly so. Even Johnny steps up to the honor code and gets all over him. Señor Stinky decides that he's had enough of these "Hollywood types" and leaves. Courtney follows after him, shreds of her dignity trailing behind.