Back out, Pauly and Vinny are exercising excellent judgment as they encourage Ronnie to bring home a girl that he's macking on. Vinny thinks he looks scared of Sammi but doesn't understand how he could go two whole months without getting it in. Somehow, between a multitude of shots and the girl in question inviting Ronnie back home with her, Ronnie realizes he doesn't want none of that granata action. Nor does he want to hook up with a girl just to piss Sammi off. He excuses himself to buy roses for Sammi and make amends... "and show her, 'You're the asshole. I'm not the asshole.'" Ohhhhhh! So close!
He arrives home, where Sammi is flipping out that he's going to have a girl on his arm. She literally runs away when she sees the door open. He tracks her down and presents her with the flowers. She juts out her pouty lips and asks, "Are those for somebody else?" (Well, it wouldn't be the first time...) He says they're meant to show that he's moving on and will be happy either way. Since when did red roses communicate "moving on"? Sammi immediately asks if he brought home another girl. He reacts with sarcasm and anger instead of honesty, which serves absolutely no purpose. Sammi admits she's confused. They sit out on the smoking couch and have a passive-aggressive conversation that amounts to nothing. Ronnie decides to pull a Sammi and take the damn flowers back. Sammi pulls a double-reverse Sammi and pulls the flowers from the trash can. And nobody knows what anybody wants, means, or needs. At least The Situation has drugs to credit for his fuckery at this moment. What can these guys blame?