Corrie from Kissimmee wants to know what Jake's priorities are. He says: God, Family and Friends. She likes his values, she also likes that he's handy with a power tool, which he considers his artsy side. Inside the ladies talk about how perfect he is and wonder if that would get on their nerves. Yes, yes it would. Channy says she's OK with that, because she can be a naughty girl and he needs shaking up. She translates her Cambodian phrase for him during her alone time. He thinks it is going to be pretty and romantic, but it is: "You can land your plane on my landing strip anytime." Hello! When did this turn into Rock of Love. Though those girls wouldn't resort to euphemisms, and are far more blunt. Channy's a little brash though, by Bachelor standards and Jake's practically blushing. Inside the girls complain about how skanky she is. Christina talks about the girls who have their "ta-tas" out to play, and admits that she's probably jealous. Some of the more demure girls think that perfect Jake won't want racy girls with big boobs. Um, really? He's a guy. Ella says she's not going to be catty and steals Jake away to tell him about the love of his life, i.e. her. She talks about her 7-year-old son who wants to be a pilot. She gives him a plane from her son. Someone wants a daddy! Weird.
Ashley changes upstairs into a co-pilot outfit. It's a super-short flight attendant outfit. The other girls are being catty because they didn't think of these clever ruses. Jake seems impressed by her ideas and her long, barely covered legs. She's almost got a Ph.D, but that's like the last thing she mentions. [Don't scare him away with your brains! - Z] Elizabeth from Nebraska thinks that the stewardess costume is desperate, but she drags Jake away with a football. Not desperate at all there, Elizabeth from Nebraska. She thinks you can tell a lot about a guy by how he plays football. It's like the hot dog thing all over again. Where do they find these women? Soon, all of the girls ditch their heels and start playing football. I have to admit, I've never seen football played in evening gowns before. That's a first for me. Blondes vs. brunettes, because of course. It mostly devolves into girls just chasing him around the courtyard.