Now Sarah asks Sally about a time when she was engaged to one guy and met another guy, for whom she broke her engagement. Sally (admirably, actually) does not apologize, simply saying that the person she met (on vacation in Florida) was really amazing and taught her all about herself, so she wouldn't change anything. Sally really is the only person who can claim to have tried other ways of starting relationships that are almost as unlikely to result in long-term success as what she's doing now.

Now Mike asks Cortez about the fact that her grandparents were in an arranged marriage, and asks how that affected her views about love and commitment. She starts out answering the question, talking about how her grandparents were together for fifty years, but she quickly shifts gears to a general speech about how relationships have ups and downs, and you have to find the magic and stay in love: "I'm totally for being arranged, or finding your true love on national TV." Well, those are the two best ways, I guess. Mike looks at her with a bland smile, like, "Matt could really use a hot girl like that, but...I wonder if he really meant it when he said, 'Dude, it's okay if she's dumb.'"

Matt's mom asks Darcey about the fact that she apparently quit dating to concentrate on work. Can she give up her workaholic ways to be a good wife to the Wonder Ears? Darcey says she can. She says it's a great feeling to accomplish great things during the day (which is, you'll recall, arranging store displays), but she's ready to commit to marriage. She says finding her soulmate is more important than her job. Ugh, she said "soulmate." Haven't we gotten that word banned from television yet?

Time for another Peeps Cut. Taking a dive this time is poor Darcey. The audience yelps in surprise. Man, isn't it always the virgin getting thrown into the volcano? Mom says that although it may seem like an unmotherly remark, Darcey is not "saucy" enough for Matt. I must admit that although it is an unmotherly remark, it is also true that Darcey is low on sauce. She's very nearly sauceless, so I do see Mom's point. Darcey looks sad, but continues smiling bravely. (I'm betting there's a pageant history there.) "They know him best," she says. "I wish him luck." Isn't anybody going to say "I think these losers should take their meddling asses and go back to whatever hick town they came from" or something like that? All this graciousness in defeat is really troubling. Matt's peeps cheer as Darcey exits the stage. Bye, Darcey! Off with you, skank!