As Jaime and Cara's driver pulls into the gas station, Jaime frets at him to do it quickly. As he runs around pumping, she laments their bad luck. He hurries back in, not having taken the time to completely fill the tank, and they both thank him for going so quickly. "I'm sorry that I yell, Reynold, but this is very stressful for me," Jaime apologizes. Karma's like, "Okay, then. Was that so hard?"
Luke is dragging a pair of surfboards now, as Margie says she can't even remember what they did the last leg. It was over 30 hours ago, after all. But now Luke has eleven boards up, the last two of which are wrong. He points, and the surfer girl shakes her head no. In the meantime, Victor has found the correct tenth board for his fence, which is the reflexology diagram of feet. Flashback to Tammy and Luke enduring the sadistic foot massage together. Luke puts up another wrong eleventh board, and gets shot down again. And by now, Victor has found a board that has a picture of scorpions on skewers for his eleventh slot. Let's watch Victor eating those again, shall we? Yeah, good stuff. 'Scuse me while I run to the kitchen for some french-fried onions. Luke tries another board in the eleventh slot, this one with some kind of tiki idol head on it, and guess what? Still wrong. Is he even trying any more?