Out. Ferrari. Nick drives, gunning the car up to 80, ripping the gears to shit. He pulls outside of Drew's and toots the wimpy horn. Drew comes out, winding up a garden hose. "What are you, Magnum P.I.?"

Kitchen. Chef Boyardee cooks as Jessica peppers him with inane questions about if he's ever cut himself chopping and are they using pumpkin from a can and are brown eggs different from regular eggs. The chef entertains her questions with great deadpan, not buying into her shit at all. He sort of looks like he wants to bitch-slap her with the lobster, which he should. He shows her the ingredients -- she asks what oregano is. Ha. By the way, Jessica hasn't done one lick of cooking.

Drew and DrewWife's house. It's a fine house and cute and all, but it's funny how much of a relative ghetto house it is to Nick's. The three stand around the kitchen. DrewWife is totally flirting with Nick as they make inane small talk, and then she teases him about how they're going to be spending quality time together on Valentine's Day.

Kitchen. "Now we kill the lobster," says Chef Boyardee. He rips the lobster's legs off and then the head. Casey comes to watch. "Come kill the lobster for us, Maid!" Jessica wonders what the green stuff is. Ew. Chef Boyardee makes a soup using the green stuff. He says that it's good for "flavor," the brains and all. Yuck. But it will be the first time Jessica has had any brains inside of her.

Ferrari. The boys get into the car and drive off to go hit some golf balls. They groan getting out of the low car. Nick has a terrible backswing. Just awful. I'm a shitty golfer, but even my swing is better than his. They get back into the car, have a boring conversation, and drive off.

Casey invites Leah to come hang out and watch the cute chef. Man, that's really overstepping her bounds. Jessica watches and tastes things as Chef Boyardee cooks. The chef makes ravioli from scratch. She asks if this is all it takes to make noodles? He resists backhanding her with a ladle. More cooking. More cooking. Leah arrives, ogling the chef. Poor Chef Assistant leans against the wall, bored. Leah and Casey lean on the counter, watching Chef Boyardee dreamily. Jessica stirs the soup, asking if all she has to do is heat it up. He says yes. Casey gets super-uppity: "Do you need me to write it down?" Ha.