Previously on Get On With It, Damn: Pretzel Girl; Mallory got her pool on; Jenni got the first prophylactic rose; oh, Melissa.

Fade up on Chris Harrison explaining this week's dealio: they'll have two group dates, with half the group going on one and half the group on the other. Each date will have one rose up for grabs; the recipients of the roses are safe at the Rose Ceremony.

The girls cluster around the first Date Box (hee…"Box") to find out who's going where, and the first date is a trip to the racetrack. Much squealing and trying on of portrait hats, and then curling of hair and brushing of teeth, and then hostile "joking" about sloppy seconds. As the girls pile into the limo, Jade says she's got a good shot at the rose, since she's "one of the more competitive ones," and also one of the better-looking girls, and then she cracks up at herself all "I'm so bad." Yep, that's pretty hilarious, Jade, given that your hairstyle makes you look ten years older than you are, so give it back to Rachel and shut up.

Racetrack. Brad greets them at the entrance with hugs and compliments while Brad VO blathers about how it's the first group date very exciting blah. The group gets settled in a private box (hee…"box"); Brad pours wine and tells the girls that, if he were their waiter, he would be "sweating profusely," which comes off weird written out like that but is actually kind of funny. Kind of, but Hillary laughs really hard instead of adjusting her halter dress so her boobs don't make that ass-cracky shape.

Brad then whips out a wad o' cash for the women to bet the ponies with; in a Bradterview, he explains that you can tell a lot about a person "by the way they bet." (Note to self: Do not try to marry Brad during Bunting-siblings blackjack outing to A.C.; will not work out.) Pointless footage of the race and of everyone fakely cheering. DeAnna's horse wins. Squealing. "Okay, that's exciting!" Brad announces, but it is not.

Back at the house, the other girls get their Date Box (hee…sorry, I'll stop now), which is a raffia beach bag -- they'll be going to the beach with Brad. Oh, that'll end well. And classily. Reading my mind, the editors cut to Solisa, who foobterviews that it's a way better date than going to the track, because they'll get to wear bikinis -- except she says they'll "be on our bikinis," which, typically of Solisa, makes the kind of sense that isn't. The girls talk about man muscles and try on the bikinis they got in the Date Bag.

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