So what did the peeps do? They kept Xavier, of course, because if they didn't, Jennifer would eventually see the show and never speak to them again. And every Thanksgiving, it would be, "Oh, thanks, Mom, for the salad. Oh, is this French dressing? I sure do like French things. I sure would be sad if someone kept me from getting something French that I really, really wanted." So they kept him. Sean drags out the final announcement as long as he can. The other guy who will be there is...Scott. Joshua, you're going home. Asked for his response, Joshua gives a robot-like response that he's sure they know Jennifer the best, but he's "disappointed that [his] journey won't continue." Man, who does he remind me of? This is so irritating. He says he'll pick up his journey back in New York City. Bye, Joshua! Hope you have those four kids! Because until you do, you have no future!
Egghead reminds us that it is time for us to vote, and now we have to hear Jennifer tell us what she wants out of this whole miserable exercise. Jennifer gives us an overly cheerleader-y speech from the isolation booth, in which she says that she wants an awesome guy who's all nice and funny and stuff. She wants a guy who's "super-social" and will hang out in the kitchen with her. Ideally, she'd like a guy who loves college football. "I'm counting on you, America, don't let me down!" she says, pointing both index fingers at us. Like everyone who says anything while pointing both index fingers, she needs to shut up immediately. Back on the Stage of Nonevents, Egghead now invites the two remaining guys to beg and plead for votes. Xavier remarks that he thinks it's amazing that he and Jennifer both like their family and friends, because that means they're a match made in heaven. Hee. He also says that they both like to cook. It's meant to be! "Daaaahl my num-behr, and choose me," he says. Wow, he would make a great guy to work the phones for an escort service.
Oh, poor Scott. Scott's like, "Look, I know I'm no French clothing importer, and I know I look kind of like a dweeb up here in my crewneck sweater standing next to Mr. Blue-shirt-with-white-collar-and-cuffs ex-underwear-model there, but please, consider voting for me." Or that's what he's thinking. What he actually says is that he likes to hang out in the kitchen, and he does like college football, so he thinks it's a good match. In an especially weird remark, he says, "You may not have gotten to know me very well in the last few minutes, but I know me very well, and I'd like my daughter to marry somebody like me." Wow, thanks for the Freudian-Gordian knot.