And then we go back to the house with Vienna, many of the women openly agog that she's returned. Vienna blithely blathers on about how intense her date was, completely oblivious to the murderous stares, not just from Michelle, either. Ashleigh says she'd rather watch paint dry than listen to Vienna talk about her date with Jake. Ali is a little "shooken up" that Vienna came home with a rose.
So the group date (Michelle contrives some excuse to run out ahead of the other women and give Jake a big hug) is at the "Jon Lovitz Comedy Club," Jake tells us, but all the shots of the club I see just say "comedy club," and Jake introduces Lovitz, and the women all go nuts, because they've all been waiting to see a comedian who is 20 years removed from the public consciousness. It's like the comedy version of "classic band" Chicago appearing on the show. Apparently the women are going to be telling the jokes tonight, and I'm starting to wonder if this show isn't just some kind of game for the producers, a game in which they keep trying to see just how ridiculous shit has to be before people stop watching.
Back at the house, another date card shows up. Vienna reads it. It's for Ella. In a talking head, she does something called "spirit fingers" which is supposed to convey how excited she is? I guess? But instead it makes her seem kind of deranged? "Let's lift off to another world. Jake." Vienna then completely date-jacks her by breezily talking about how awesome a one-on-one date with Jake is.
Meanwhile, Lovitz is giving tips to the women on how to tell jokes. Standard stuff like be conversational. Think about talking to one person. How about this one, Lovitz: "Save your money." Ashleigh's crying, she's so nervous. She cries in the talking-head talking about it, but she's got on the same outfit so it's more than likely an interview that happened right there. She's having a hard time, and normally she's so "calm and collective." Hee! Jake comes over to give her a joke, and he writes one down for her. Only two punchlines are acceptable: "Poker? Hardly know 'er!" and "Rectum? Damn near killed 'im!"
Then Jon Lovitz tells us that they're going to be performing for a packed house, and they don't believe him, so they go to the railing on the balcony to look over at all the people filing in, like the fact they're coming in en masse like this ought to have been some kind of tip-off that this is a rigged audience, but the women start to freak out just a little bit more.