Meanwhile, Barbato and Natasha go horseback riding along the ocean. Wow, Dan B. took her to the place where his horses run free. It's beautiful! It's amazing! Well, for the horses, it's all just plodding inevitability. Actually, it's kind of that way for us, too. In an interview, Barbato says that he's nervous because "I've been feeling in the back of my mind for awhile that this girl could be the one." Oh, no. Behind him, the two horses graze and listen to him talk. They're like, "Hey, did you kick him in the head?" "No, dude -- did you?" Barbato leaves a trail of white roses for Natasha leading to a romantic dinner on the porch. Again with Barbato and the white roses. I'm beginning to think he shits them or something. In an interview, Natasha says she's nervous, too, "because we're spending the night together, and I think something might happen between Dan and I? And I think that's really bad on my part?" What, her grammar? Yeah. "Because I could hurt somebody," she says. Ah, yes, her boyfriend. Him could be very hurt by she.
The Better Than Sex Bike Excursion makes a stop at a scenic overlook, where the classmates get to have fancy fruity drinks. Sarah sticks her knees up inside her sweatshirt, and Maurice pretends they're her boobs and feels them up; Tim and JockDan and Summer sip through straws from one drink, and Summer yells, "It's a three-way!" It's just like when Speech Team went to that tournament in Springfield. Man, was that a sex-fest. Tim approaches Summer with a flower and asks her to Prom. "Aww! But I was gonna go stag!" says Summer. "Well, I was figured that we didn't that since I dropped the ball in high school on that whole thing that we could make up for it," says Tim. Summer goes, "Aww!" some more, and accepts. Aww! Tim says that he hopes they can have a really beautiful night together. "Imagine, like, the ideal date you never had." The classmates stand at the scenic overlook and toast "to the friends we never knew we had, the friends we once lost, and the friends we have yet to make." Or to the friends that they thought they knew they didn't have but really had, only they got lost. Or something.