Well, it does for the rest of the women, because Shawntel goes back to the hotel to show off her loot. "It's the perfect Pretty Woman that every girl dreams about," says Ashley S., who doesn't get to compare herself to Julia Roberts yet because at least Julia Roberts' character got paid for being a prostitute.

The rest of the women prove Brad's sexist "women be shopping!" statement correct by drooling over everything that Shawntel picked out, and by mercenarily trying to figure out just how much money Brad spent, I mean, how much he loves Shawntel. Michelle actually seems to like Shawntel, even though she thinks Shawntel isn't right for Brad. Nobody's right for Brad except for Michelle, is how the theory goes. Her thought process on deciding who should marry Brad is roughly equivalent to the editorial meeting at Oprah's O meeting to decide who should be on the cover this month.

And now that it's a little later, the women are drinking and discussing what the rest of the date is going to be like. "Something fancy!" chirps one of them. They're not allowed out of the suite, right? I mean, is there any reason why they would stay in their hotel room unless they weren't contractually obligated?

So what's the capper to the evening? Oh, of course. Dinner on the roof. OF THE MALL. Brad says it's the perfect way for them to see all the lights of Las Vegas, but this building is much smaller than the surrounding buildings, plus there's actually a tower, the Stratosphere, that they COULD have gone to. Plus they could have rappelled from the top and maybe had tragic accidents?

And then Brad and Shawntel discuss her profession, which is funeral director, so this goddamn awful show plays this Addams Family-esque music the whole time, and Brad lies and says he really wants to know what embalming is like, and then we get several interviews where he acts like this is the most messed up conversation he's ever had. It's sad that for the first time he has a conversation that isn't "Are you ready for love? I'm ready for love" that he acts like a dick about it.