Christina has made it back to the Kramers' place okay. It's really not that much of an accomplishment, though, when you consider that the beach party is taking place right in front of the house. No, literally fifty yards away. It would have been totally hilarious if no one had thought to invite either Judy or Christina to this shebang and they'd had to stare mournfully out the porthole window at all the merriment. Hell, that's what Christina's doing now anyway.
Jesse and Paula pull up to the gas station in his Jeep Cherokee with the cross hanging from the rearview mirror and one of those Jesus fishes on the back of the car. Paula thanks him for defending her. Hey, how did she know what Ribcage said about her? Did Jesse tell her, "Well, honey, everyone says you're trash, but I still love you anyway." Because if so? That is too sweet! As Jesse and Paula make out enthusiastically, nobody notices that gasoline has spilled all over the lot and is seeping dangerously close to where a mechanic is working on a car with a blowtorch.
The scene cuts back and forth between Christina with her hand on the glass of the porthole window as she stares intently at the bonfire, and Jesse getting out to investigate the gasoline smell he's noticed -- the one which he finds to be so unusual at the, um, gas station. Finally he sees the sparks from the blowtorch about to ignite the gasoline, and he yells at Paula to get out of the car. She tries to obey, but her seatbelt is stuck. I'm taking the charitable position that Christina is somehow manipulating all of this, rather than the alternative -- that Paula is too stupid to operate a seatbelt. Jesse does manage to free her from the car mere seconds before it blows up. I love a good TV explosion, and this one doesn't disappoint, although it would have been nice if it had killed Paula. To be honest, I can't say I have much use for Jesse either. But the explosion itself was pretty. Back at the porthole, Christina pulls her hand off the glass as if it's hot.