Isabel jumps up and knocks over a waiter and his tray. She runs out of there, with nobody paying the check. She falls into some mud and has to take off her shoes. She runs over to Jesse and says, "Okay." He's all, "Okay, what?" She says that she'll marry him. She says she knows she forced him to propose and then turned him down, but she does want to be with him and he doesn't know everything about her because she's young but she's not really young but she really wants to be with him so he should say something here. He says he'd like to kiss her in public this time. "Please do," she says. They kiss as the spinny cam catches her television orgasm. Jesse tells Isabel that he loves her. Isabel sees DeadAlex, and they stare at each other for a long time before DeadAlex fades away with a wave so that Isabel can transfer all of her emotional baggage to her new fiancé.

Next week looks like what I thought Roswell was: an X-Files rip-off with Wallace Shawn and I think George Lucas. See? Shout-out to L.A. Comedy and aliens. I got gypped this week.