With Lacey gone, Brandi emerges as the Queen Drunk. Heather tries to get Brandi to eat oysters. Brandi doesn't want any, because they make her sick. And seriously, that is not a good idea. Heather slurps with more gusto than ever, and Brandi holds her napkin tight to her face. And then she pukes into the napkin. It's like the fucking Trevi Fountain. The camera cuts away as we hear copious hurling. Jes goes over to get Brandi and find a toilet that she can hang over. And what's Heather doing all this time, you may ask? Yep. Eating. Hey, you really work up an appetite swinging around by your crotch all day. And she's saying, "Oh my hell, fucking rookies, I'm so bored."

Jes is kind enough to hold Brandi's hair. She interviews, "Bret should have known that it was gonna be impossible to have a nice dinner with two drunk fruit loops and a fucking hungry stripper." Back at the table, Heather's head is projecting out to gobble up all the marbles she can find. Bret is helping to assist Jes with Brandi, and as he pulls her head out of the toilet Brandi tells him that she really fucking loves him. She backtracks a little and clarifies that maybe she actually doesn't love him yet. But she is ready to open her heart to him. She holds the lock and he holds the key. It's one of the most touching moments of Bret's life. This says a lot about Bret's life. Jes interviews that, last she checked, you shouldn't be vomiting right before you tell someone you love them, but maybe for Brandi it was the right moment. Meanwhile, Heather is still chowing down.