Back at the young love nest, Riley details her anxiety to Lauren and then falls back into her love for Jonah, but her love of his little idiosyncrasies is the same thing that gives her pause. She wants to know that he's going to be the type of guy who can seriously handle raising a family.
David shows up at the restaurant and talks to Auggie, where he gets the third degree about what happened. It's basically the same scene as the one David had with Ella earlier. He wonders if he could've killed Sydney during his drunken blackout and Auggie insists David isn't a murderer. Auggie differs from Ella in that he declares he wants to get revenge on whoever did this to Sydney. Otherwise, same scene in a kitchen. Maybe lobster would've spiced things up a bit.
Nightfall has descended on Bollywood. Demoted to videographer, Jonah is ready to get out of the scene of his embarrassment. He's on his way out with his friend when he's intercepted by Mr. Sarling's daughter who asks Jonah to go inside and get one last shot of her presents arranged to form the number eighteen. While inside, he catches Mr. Sarling fooling around with one of the partygoers. Oops. He gives Jonah an exasperated look like, "Didn't I already bid you good day, sir? Well, let me remind you, I said good day!" Though, I may be giving him a bit too much credit.
We're with Dr. Michael Mancini again as he drives home. Why? You've got me. He's Bluetoothing to his wife and promises to read his son Goodnight Moon when he gets home. Goodnight, this scene. It just started and I want it over with already. Flashback to a meeting with Sydney where she tells him she's through with David. She tries to come onto him and he deflects her, but apparently he called her at some point, which leads Sydney to believe he wants her attention. She leaves him there after telling him she cares about him too much to see him in a bad marriage, and threatening to tell his wife about them. He's woken up from his flashback by cars honking. Thank you, jerkface drivers.
Lauren's on her dinner date with Clark Leto, the Magnificent Pedophile. Lauren is rambling, but things are going well. They seem to have hit it off. Then, slick momma's boy (his name is actually Toby. Could he be any creepier?) invites her back to his hotel where he was supposedly upgraded to a nice suite. Lauren declines the invite, citing no nookie on the first date, but Toby declares there'll be no second date. He has to fly home tomorrow. He takes this opportunity to reveal he caught a glimpse of her print-out bills and offers her a "donation" of $5,000. PROSTITUTION! Ahem... sorry. I just get so excited at the prospect of PROSTITUTION! He tries to give her the room number as she storms out of the restaurant. Momma taught you wrong, Toby.