Brittany and her friends, meanwhile, go to a bar. Mmm, delicious alcohol. Brittany orders a water on the rocks. I can sniff out a fellow boozehound from 3,000 miles away, so I admire her restraint. While at the bar, Kelly gets a call from Jillian. Jillian would find a way to call and check up on you in your dreams. Kelly hopes that the rest of the Black Team is sticking to their diets and will pull it out at the weigh-in. Bernie and his girlfriend head to his favorite bakery, which he says was sent down from heaven. To give you an idea of just how much Bernie frequents this bakery, I will tell you that he has a cupcake named after him. It's Bernie's Boston Cream Pie cupcake. If he invented or requested that, then he is a genius far beyond what I gave him credit for. Bernie sniffs the cupcake, then watches his friends eat it. It's food porn. And torture porn. Stay strong, Berndana!
Back in Alabama, it's Roger's third day at home. He has a little Angel Bob on his shoulder telling him to push harder and lift his arms. Devil Bob, on the other hand, just walks out on him when he loses. Roger feels confident that his team won't be slacking. As far as the Black Team goes, Roger thinks that Bernie will work out some, but Paul just might go and eat everything in South Florida. Sad is the man who learns what it's like to pass a palm tree. We see Paul at a restaurant, announcing that the owner has made all you can eat wings for his friends and family. And then Paul totally chows! In the day, Paul says, he would eat 40 wings in a sitting. Well, wings are delicious. But not when you're on a diet! Paul also seems like he might have tippled a bit. This is not looking good. In Titusville, Kelly wonders how Paul is doing with only his family to stay on top of him about his diet and exercise. Cut to Paul's family enjoying a dessert that looks like a combination cake/pie/sundae and likely clocks in at 30,000 calories. The password is: enablers. Paul is screwed.