Snooki calls out Angelina for taking her sloppy seconds. Angelina claims she doesn't care what they all think, then makes a big show of screaming from the mountain that they're all fake and that she can't stand any of them. A little contradictory, no? If she really didn't care, wouldn't she just leave and move on with her life? Nope, she has to have her moment. The same moment that is obviously going to blow up in her face because she's not self-assured enough to take on everyone once they gang up on her, even though she's practically begging them to.
Snooki takes the bait. She pulls off her earrings and marches over for a serious girl fight. Much hair-pulling and rolling around on the floor ensues. Sitch even moves the table -- not so they don't hurt themselves, mind you, but so nothing happens to the table. Heh. JWOWW momentarily breaks it up, but this joint is far from over. Ronnie does a heavyweight boxing-style announcement of the two opponents: "Standing in one corner, four-foot-nine, two inches with a pouf, Snooki Polizzi! Standing in the other corner at 322 pounds, the Staten Island Dump!" Snooki charges back at Angelina and starts throwing candy at her. Angelina steps up, and they roll around on top of the big, blue bean bag with the others straight-up laughing at them.
They break up again, and Snooki starts hardcore taunting Angelina. Ronnie notes that it's not really a fair fight since Snooki's practically toddler-size and has the reach-around capabilities of a T-Rex. (Side note: Mark this occasion, friends, because it's the one occasion Ronnie will ever be funny or clever.) Pauly asks if the fight is going to be a decision or a knock-out prompting a peel of laughter all around. Finally Angelina makes the decision for everyone by starting to walk out, screaming as she goes for her former hook-up to "have fun with her, too, because... sorry... she's nobody." She really lost some steam on that one. Clearly had nothing good to say in the first place, then couldn't even pull a zinger out of a veritable gold mine. A fitting farewell, really. One that's easily overshadowed when Pauly deadpans, "Welcome to my house!"