Back at the house, Angelina wonders why Pauly and Sitch are ignoring her. He fills her in on what a hagbag she was in her drunken stupor, so she quickly (and tearfully, which is total bullshit) issues an apology to Pauly. He accepts her apology but says that she's lost her remaining two friends in the house. In short, buzz off. She gets irritated that he isn't willing to be BFF again (as if he ever was) and insists that he should forget everything because she was drunk and made a mistake. Pauly proves himself to be a wise man -- or at least wiser than 98% of college freshman -- by realizing that he is within his rights to choose his own friends. Angelina will not be one of the lucky few. Ever. He leaves Angelina to stew in her own rancid juices.

Later that day, Vinny and Ronnie get hair cuts in the 'hood. Yep. That's an actual plot point in Week 3. Maybe I wished the gelato shop away too soon?

That night, Sammi and Ronnie bond in their bed of lies. Meanwhile, Angelina lies in the bed she made for herself. Sitch takes pity and decides to call a house meeting with the other roommates to strategize how to best deal with Angelina. His suggestion? Pawn her off on the girls. Ha! JWoww takes immediate exception to this idea, but The Situation doesn't think Angelina is cut out for a life of GTL. They eventually all agree, reluctantly, to wipe the slate clean with the Schmolie and judge her by her actions moving forward. So Sitch unlocks the room under the stairs where they've been keeping her by inviting her to come out to da club with them that night. Of course, he's repaid with a defensive, snotty response and a wan "Thank you." Baby steps?

Everyone gets ready to go out. Snooki hairsprays her pouf extra-close to heaven this particular evening, which doesn't escape Vinny's notice. Pauly watches as he tells her she took his breath away (actual words). She skeptically wonders if he's trying to smush. He denies it, so she admits he looks hot, too. Pauly stands by, agog at this interaction. Then sums it up with succinct perfection in an interview: "Who knows?" Oh, Pauly... You are not a man of many words, but they are all the right ones. Motorcycle-proof!