Commercials. Buy your engagement ring at Wal-Mart! Yes sirree, nothing like starting off your married life by making a stand in favor of the eighty-hour workweek with no overtime and no health insurance. They should end that commercial with a guy intoning, "Wal-Mart: the one union we support is yours."
Day 23 at Balboa finds Burton up early, getting ready to leave for breakfast. He voices over that it's an odd dynamic, being voted out of a tribe and then back into the same tribe. He explains that he's doing his best to be all, "Yay, Drake!," but as he explains, it's completely an act. He's in it solely for himself and the Outcasts, and that's the only place he has any loyalty. That gift of breakfast sure did the trick to keep him faithful to Rupert, huh? He gives a particularly funny "That's a bunch of b-- uh, lies." And then he grins. And he has pretty teeth and a lovely smile. Oh, hello, Burton's pretty smile. You can come right over here and sit by me. He explains that he knows damn well that Christa, Sandra, and Rupert would all stab him in the back in a minute, without even hesitating.