Spazpants insists in the cab that at the airport, it will become clear "who's playing the game and who's not." Thanks. Jonathan insists that his team may not win physical stuff, but they "can outthink anybody." Particularly when it comes to justifying their own behavior, I'm thinking. Jonathan, never one to miss an opportunity to slag women who could snap him like a twig, takes a moment to talk about how much he doesn't like Lori, with her big man hands and her "masculine voice." He "playfully" gives Victoria a "noogie." It's easier to do that and have it be endearing and effective mockery of others when you don't actually shove your wife, you fuckstick.

In the airport, Lori and Bolo and Spazpants meet up at the Malev gate. "Why does this always happen?" Jonathan complains. He and Lori don't like each other, blah dee blah. There's an exciting storyline in the making. Will she or will she not choose to kill him with her bare hands? He's seriously such a dick that I'm not surprised he's been trying to spin this shit more positively since early in the season. You didn't know that? Huh. I did. Well, anyway, these two teams board the "1st Plane to Corsica."

Kris and Jon arrive at the airport, happy that they have reservations, and now they just have to actually buy the tickets. When they get inside to the ticket counter, they find Hornio and the Model (?) Alliance. The other teams all buy their Air France tickets, but when Kris and Jon get up there, they learn that while they have reservations, the guy has decided it's too late to sell them tickets. "Can you please just try?" Jon says calmly. "No, it's not possible. I'm sorry," the ticket guy says. Hornio and the Model (?) Alliance take off for the gate, leaving Kris and Jon standing at the ticket counter. (Sniff!) The guy tells them that "physically," he can't get them the tickets, because the system is closed. Surprisingly, they don't throw anything, start yelling, or even utter a single "fuck that shit," which I certainly would do. They obviously lack the intensity to be any good at this, which explains why they're constantly finishing in the back of the pack. Oh, wait.

Commercials. Oh, Samuel L. Jackson, I just don't know.

In the airport in Budapest, Kris and Jon continue to suffer. They're trying a different guy. "Can you please help us with this?" Jon asks. "Please, please, please, please, please," Kris mutters, much more to herself than to the ticket guy. He asks them to give him a minute. Ah! Hope! They stand around for a minute, and then the guy tells them that he will be able to ticket them, but they can't have an e-ticket. I'm thinking they probably don't care too much.