Howard says Anna is competitive. I say, duh. And, why? She's the biggest blonde on the planet, her title is safe. She won. The end. Please, let it end.
Everyone is seated at a red-tableclothed table. Anna stares all steely-eyed at Howard. "Tell me you're gonna kick my ass." Howard says he thinks he's gonna beat her. No, yutz, Anna wanted you to say you were going to kick her ass! Be her monkey, lawyer boy! Howard, king of passive-aggression, turns to Daniel and tells him to tell his mom he's going to kick her ass. Anna asks if Daniel is going to kick her ass. Daniel smiles and says "yeah." Then he hides his face behind his hand, ending the shot. Good kid! He's so fucking smart. Kim shows her Jehovah's roots by saying, "This is one of the seven deadly sins, you know. Gluttony." Howard, who I really hate now, says, "How is that a deadly sin?" Shut UP, Howard. Kim says, "It just is." Yeah. Have they ordered yet? This all seems to be happening in real time. What the fuck? Get on with this horror show. Chop chop!
Anna mumblingly reads the menu ("ree-gaa-tow-knee?"), and Howard sets some gross guidelines: If you barf during the contest, you're out. But if someone concedes (which, as he explains to Anna, means "to give up"), then you can go voluntarily barf. Jesus! Can I go voluntarily barf? I give up! Anna cheats to the camera and pretends to barf. Me, I'm not pretending.
The pizzas arrive. Kim and Daniel are gone. Anna and Howard trade pizzas, and Howard cries like a baby about the amount of cheese on his. Anna says, "Quitcher bitching and eat your pizza!" The Stereotypical Italian Music begins, and we have Eating Montage. It's pretty gross. At least everyone involved chews with their mouths closed. Small favors, right? Howard orders meat ravioli, and Kim throws in the towel. Anna tugs her pigtails and rolls her head from side to side. Is it too soon to offer her a very thin mint? It's wafer-thin! Kim lovingly dabs her mistress with a napkin, and Anna slurs that she's "sweating." Oh yeah, this is healthy. Daniel looks faintly concerned. Anna Sweet-'n'-Lows her iced tea, then heads to the bathroom, requesting "air." Kim follows. Howard folds his hands a la Mr. Burns, then says, "Daniel, I believe we listen at the door." God, I hate Howard. They get up in unison and go to the bathroom. E! provides sound from Anna's mic -- Anna says she "just couldn't eat no more sauce," and burps loudly. Barf would have both a belching noise and a splash-back sound. Therefore I submit that Anna did not barf, but just went to the loo to do what one does in the loo. Howard, however, is convinced the opposite is true.