A whole lot of this-and-that follows where JWOWW continues to defend the note and Ronnie parses the whole process of the note-writing because, let's be frank, picking apart others' decision-making process is the only leg he has to stand on at this point. Sammi storms out, crying for how embarrassed she is (much of her own making, I might add). And it's Ronnie, i-RON-ically who comes to comfort her. Yes, he who is responsible for all of her problems because he's drunken 'roid addict with biceps for brains. Snooki regrets ever having sent the note because Sammi doesn't "appreciate it." Was that really the point? Does anyone ever appreciate being told they've been clowned?
Eventually Sammi emerges from the bathroom and goes to her room to talk to Snooki and JWOWW. She explains that the letter, as well as all the circumstances that prompted it, have mentally and physically destroyed her. She says she's not been herself lately, and she feels like everyone has been playing games with her. She leaves before they have a chance to respond.
She heads outside to say much of the same to Ronnie. He plies her with bullshit about how strong they are together and how they've gotten through all of this shit together. I'm guessing that together to him means, Ronnie + Sammi + That Chubby Waitress Who's Okay with Motorboating. She talks about how shady everyone is, and he looks at her like the fucking Christ Child in the manger and asks, "I'm shady?" Sammi goes back inside to re-read the letter a jillion times (pathetic), and Ronnie says, totally earnest, that "All [he] can do is give her her space and hope that time brings [them] brings them back together." Seriously, y'all, he is repulsive. At least Sitch and Pauly are honest about their game (or lack thereof). Speaking of, where the eff is Pauly? I think this house could use a bit of motorcycle-proof hair right now.
The next day, Vinny worries about a pain he's having in his eye. As they head to the eye doctor, he flashes back to the pink eye he contracted in Jersey. Pauly joins him for his appointment, but does Vinny no favors by razzing him every step of the way, including in front of the lady doctor. The visit ends up being a no-go, except that one of the lab techs can't believe Vinny's actually Italian because he's "so white." Zing!
Back at the house, it's emotional destruction be damned as Ronnie fires up the blender for a batch of Ron Ron Juice. That's to say nothing of Sam, who's putting on her second favorite pair of white shorts in anticipation of the night to come. I think these people may have all been selected from an early-onset Alzheimer's test lab. How else can explain this intensity of short-term memory? Other than stupidity, of course...