Meanwhile, Bret gushes to Jes about the connection that he feels with her. She says she didn't doubt that Bret would get to know the real her, and adds that she's confident in who she is. Bret thinks that's a turn-on. They smooch so intensely that Bret has to put down his bottle of Corona. Jes interviews that the date got better and better, and it's clear that she's falling for him. At this point, I started to worry about her and scream, "WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?" at my television. Bret romantically says to Jes, "The biggest frickin' dolphin is going to come out of the water right there." And then it does! He's not only hairvoyant, but clairvoyant. The romance and face-sucking is interrupted when Bret has a thought. It's like a special event, you know, and has to be celebrated when it happens. They head home, knowing that elimination is looming.

When they get back to the R.O.L. house, Bret finds the Polaroids of Brandi and Heather. His response? Well, first he scratches his balls, and then he exclaims, "Ooh la la, wassagoinon?!?" It sounds so much classier when you add a little French introduction. In any case, the biggest frickin' dolphin is about to come out of the water in his pants. He says that the photos are HOT, and wonders why they didn't put those on the album cover. Oh, I'm sure that Lacey and her devil eyes wouldn't sell in the Bible Belt, but Brandi squeezing her boobs would just fly off the shelves. In any case, Bret thinks that Mia failed him. Note that Heather isn't waxing poetic about how she did everything on the shoot now. Mia approaches and asks for five minutes with Bret. He gives her four, and wonders why she waited until now to try to fellate him. He suspects it might be more out of desperation than love, and gives her the brush-off, telling her that he wants to have dinner with everyone. Mia is hurt that Bret didn't care that she tried to make an ass out of herself. Too little, too late! She might have tried checking her dignity at the door with the rest of the hos.