As the gang breaks for the fireplace room, Cecile wants to go outside to tell Tim something. See, whenever a woman wants to take me outside to tell me something, it means my ass is getting dumped. Here, it just means Cecile wants to light a fire under Tim's ass...I mean, "tell him about Jeff trying 'to take [her] tonsils out'" and says again that Jeff tried to maul her. Whatever, Cecile. In an interview, Tim says he was taken aback and couldn't believe Jeff did that. That's because he didn't, Tim. Cecile's playing with you and hoping you'll protect your turf. It's junior-high shit, Tim. Don't fall for it.
Tim falls for it. Too bad he can't see the annoying montage that we do, with shots of Jeff playing darts over supposedly creepy music, as well as replays of Cecile enjoying Jeff's attentions. In an interview, Tim says, "It wasn't like I was going to do anything, but at the same time it made me look at Jeff in a little bit different light."
Commercials. This is the 800th time they've shown that stupid Barry Bonds/Jason Alexander commercial, putting me on edge. Man, I could really kill some policemen right now. I mean, smoke a joint.
After dinner. Everyone's chillin'. Jason says to the other guys, "You guys got any more condoms? I'm all out already." Heh! That cracked me up like you wouldn't believe.
And because Rebekah can't spend more than ten minutes away from a mirror, we go to the women's washroom, where she's working on her hair and discussing with her pathetic lapdog...I mean, "Cecile" how funny Jason is and saying, "He's a good guy to bring into the group," which I guess it's going mean sayonara for Jack, who in an interview is kidding himself when he says he doesn't think Rebekah will get herself into an "instant relationship" with Jason. Right. Because Jack and Rebekah have so much history together. Cut to an interview with the Ice Queen herself, loftily saying that Jack has to know they've got "no connection." Yeah, he might know that, Rebekah, if you hadn't told him you felt a connection with him IN EXACTLY THOSE WORDS. I don't know I've ever disliked someone on television so much, other than when the aging-exponentially Teri Hatcher does those Radio Shack ads.
We see Rebekah and Cecile talking on the couch. Cecile whispers, "Jack may as well leave now," and Rebekah actually sneers and says, "He isn't an option. He isn't even a conversation." She's completely evil. But at least she's decisive, unlike Andrea Doormat, who is doing her best to appear peppy and fun to the point where every time Patrick asks her something she appears to think she has to come up with a witty answer. Here's the conversation as Patrick wonders if it's his turn to shoot pool: