Meanwhile, back to the recap...Jonah delivers some blathery bullcrap about helping Courtney release her emotions to become a better actress. "I just thought you hated me," says Courtney, on the edge of wetting her cheeks once again with salty tears of self-loathing. "Quite the opposite," says Jonah. "I'm in love with what you do. I'm in love with your talent. And you have the talent of a hundred Meryl Streeps." Oh, for God's sake. Courtney's buying it, though, hook, line, and Titanic. "I love Meryl Streep," she gasps meaningfully. They look at each other, aglow in their mutual love of an actress with a penchant for obscure accents, and before you know it, they're macking out in the golf cart.
Apparently, their mack vibe is so strong that Hunter can feel it through her trailer walls. I say this because Hunter's just sitting on her sofa, waiting for Jonah and wondering why he's all late for her spandexed ass, and suddenly she gets this look on her face like, "Hunter...Hunter...Huuuuunter...look out the window...look out the window..." She looks out the window and sees Jonah and Courtney sucking face. She starts punching pillows until she gets this Hunter-esque look on her face and we go to commercial.
Oh, goddammit. A flippin' Taco Bell commercial. Where's the bucket?
The next morning, Courtney drives up and gets out of her car, looking all pleased with herself. Hunter's there to greet her.
"Didn't take you very long to show your true colors. Just like the desert scorpion you are," snarls Hunter. Courtney acts all innocent. Hunter tells Courtney that she saw her "kissing on Jonah" last night. HER Jonah. Courtney pretty much dismisses her. "He's MY ex-boyfriend. And didn't you hear me say I thought he was cute?" spits Hunter. "You can't be serious," snides Courtney. "There are certain rules around here, Clairol Girl," challenges Hunter. Oh, damn, I just love her. Or, at least, I love her writers. Courtney wants to know if just because Hunter thinks a guy is cute, that means he's automatically off limits. "Um, YES," says Hunter. "Just back off on Jonah, okay?" Courtney steps up to the plate with her bitch-bat firmly in hold. "Hunter," she says, "I'm not Marcy. You can't push me around and tell me what to do." "We'll see about that," says Hunter, leaving.
Over at used-panties central, Kev asks Dave how much he got for Hunter's unmentionables. "Two hundred bucks," Dave gloats. "Dude!" says Kev. "Let's go to Vegas!" "No, I'm buying a gift for someone," says Dave. And we all know just WHAT he's buying for WHOM, don't we? Oh, Davey. If Fincher and I don't work out, you and I are definitely running away together. Oh, shut up, Hank4! Go buy me some silk jammies and we'll talk. Dave goes on to tell Kev that Anne Heche came into the celebrity resale shop and sold some of Ellen's clothes. The vest that Dave is currently sporting was Ellen's, it would seem. It's an amusing aside, but really, NOT.