Anyway, Jake loses his shit a little bit when he learns Jerry was pimping for him. Jerry sees Jake's scaredy cat reaction to the news that a g-g-g-girl is coming over to his place for dinner, and asks, "Bowser? Fat?" Sarah is BEYOOTIFUL, you little punk! And intelligent! Jake actually wags his finger at Jerry, who just asks, "So?" Jake is all, "So? It's complicated!" Jake has no game, and that's "complicated." No, complicated is juggling two guys at a party while making sure each one has fun, without pissing the other one off. With a smile on your face. Wearing a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader outfit. In white vinyl high-heeled boots. Try that trick, Jake. Jerry, his work done, asks Jake to be quiet so he can "catch a nap before Smackdown!." Ha ha. You are watching UPN.
Back in the creepy militia garage, Fulton wants Jake captured and brought to him, so he can kill him himself. Yes, sir, militia guy, sir!
Jerry brings out three plates, piled high with suspicious-looking pasta. Jake hisses to Sarah, "Do not. Eat. The food." Sarah eyes the stuff and asks, "What's in it?" Jerry says, "Pasta, Vietnamese hot sauce, and select spices. It's a dorm room classic." Hey, I put Sriracha in lots of stuff -- it's very good. But Jerry's pasta looks like dog food. After a round of embarrassing nicknames -- "Wedgie" for Jake, "Humper" for Jerry -- the dinner party is underway.