5:08 PM. Frank and Margarita. She's wearing another one of her spiffy headwraps, and she and ex-LPFrank are on their way. A guy tells them that the bus and the train are basically six of one, half-dozen of the other. Margarita tells us that the Danza Division of Labor is flourishing. "I let him take charge of certain things, I do other things," she says. It certainly would appear that they've found a better strategy than they had at first, when he was in charge of yelling and she was in charge of rolling her eyes. Anyway, they have "ultimate respect," yada bling blooey.

5:10 PM. Rob and Brennan. You know, I have to confess something. My original plan was for this to be the ogle-free recap, because last week was sort of the overboard-ogling recap, which was getting kind of, you know, embarrassing, and making me look like a girly freak. So I was going to take a week off (not that this was going to be easy -- as you know, arms are my anti-drug). I was. I really, really was. Tragically, however, I think you will agree that this entire episode is a giant van Munsterian conspiracy to bodily seize me and force me to objectify these defenseless attorneys, which is something I feel very, very bad about. Really. It hurts me more than it hurts them. Therefore, I am foiling this wicked plot by employing a new technique of therapy designed to help me kick the ogling habit. The way it works is this: Every time you're tempted to ogle, you substitute an innocuous comment that has some redeeming social value to the reader. So, for the remainder of this recap, whenever I am tempted to ogle, I will instead give you a piece of trivia about the great state of Minnesota. For example, instead of "Mmmm, shoulders," I would say, "Minnesota's own 3M developed Post-It Notes and Scotch tape." Get the idea?

Anyway, a big crane shot from directly overhead reveals all four Esquire shoulders, with Rob in the brown MMSSSSI. Uh, Minnesota was admitted to the Union in 1858, as the thirty-second state. In their cab, the boys discuss their intent to take the train. As usual, they have done the reading. Rob: "We did a little research ahead of time and determined that there is a 5:55 train to Delhi, which is forty-five minutes after our departure time, so we think we can make it." Hee! Nerds. Brennan explains that they've had bad luck in the last leg or two, so they're feeling a little nervous. It is at this point that I turn to Miss Alli's Mom and say, "It's the boys. They're gonna be eliminated. You can tell. That's your foreshadowing." Miss Alli's Mom: "[Eye roll.]"