Once the teams actually get on the boat, it seems to be a brief happy interval for everyone. Paul and Amie look remarkably content as he comments that he enjoys the cruise part more than he did the jumping-off-cliffs part. Davey and Margaretta snuggle some more as they look at the scenery. "You gonna give me a kiss here?" she asks. "Ohhhh, yeah," he answers, and he does. Even Frank and Margarita look happy, and talk about feeling a little better about each other than they were there for a while. They'd both like to get it together to provide a family for their daughter.

Cut to dinner, where Rob voices-over that "unfortunately, Team Guido is the team to beat." Shut up, Rob. (DRINK!) Brennan explains that he finds it rather strange that Team Guido originally told the other teams that they wanted to prove to America that gay guys are "honorable, stand-up guys," and here they are, making everybody hate them because they play dirty. Okay, PSA: It is not Team Guido's job to play nice in order to make America more comfortable with gay men. Team Guido's job is to run the race in whatever way they see fit. If somebody (including me) objects to their methods, it isn't (or it shouldn't be) because they're gay. There are gay guys who are wonderful, and gay guys who are creeps, and if I think Bill and Joe are acting like creeps, then they are joining a great and long tradition of creeps of all races, genders, religions, and sexual orientations. I'm going to make fun of them for wearing matching outfits, because they wear matching outfits. I'm going to despise them for being smug, because they're smug. But they're not Goodwill Ambassadors for the Gay Community, either successful or unsuccessful. Neither Team Guido nor the gay community (which arguably sort of doesn't exist, in that it doesn't have a pool or a party room or a secret handshake or anything) benefits from such an analysis. End of PSA.

Anyway, everybody is having dinner together except Team Guido, which is taking its matching-black-turtlenecked meal alone. (God, they dress like bad poets I knew in college.) After Brennan gets through complaining about the Guidos, Lenny says, "I want to rip their heads off and show them their hearts." Eek, Lenny -- that's a little bit too Mike Tyson for comfort. Rob, rather matter-of-factly, relates that the Guidos are "your friends to your face," and then they "do whatever it takes to stab you." That's about right, and I don't even think the Guidos would deny it. But then he says the boys "don't play like sportsmen, but they're playing to win." Rob, with his "just a game" and his "playing like sportsmen," is apparently having difficulty figuring out whether he thinks niceness should count or not.