Finally it's weigh-in time. Jeremy is up first for the Red Team, and goes from 320 to 309 for a loss of 11 pounds. The switch ended up being kind of motivating, apparently! He's pleased. Kim is next, and goes from 200 to 193, for a loss of 7 pounds. Mark is next, and goes from 234 to 226, for a loss of 8 pounds. Kimmy goes from 184 to 179, for a loss of 5. Then there's Buddy, who goes from 329 to 317 for a loss of 12 pounds. The Red Team has lost 43 pounds, or 3.39%. Not bad! The Black Team will have to have lost more than 54 pounds.
Chris is on the scale first for the Black team. She goes from 201 to 196, for a loss of 5 pounds. She has long been stuck at 197 pounds, so is thrilled with this result. Megan weighs in next, and goes from 219 to 217 for a loss of 2 pounds. She smirks, and lies that this is not what she was expecting. She was ACTUALLY expecting a plus one. Sami asks if there's anything that might explain it, and Megan hems and haws. Daphne knows this is bullcrud. You kind of can't blame them, and yet I'm still rooting for Daphne. He goes from 298 to 293, for a loss of 5 pounds. Everyone looks weird, and Bob knows that something is up. Poor Chism is such a terrible liar, too. Daphne seems frustrated that no one will admit to sabotaging the weigh-in, which is like rain on your wedding day, or a free ride when you've already paid.
Cassandra goes from 189 to 188 for a loss of 1 pound, and actually smiles. Sami totally tries to call her out, and Cassandra freaks out and says that it's a fucking circus in there. Bob points out that everyone knows what's going on, and that people are trying to control their own destiny. Daphne pipes up to say that she ate all those peanut butter cups so she could keep Bob as a trainer. And then Bob kind of freaks out and asks Daphne what she learned from eating a bunch of fucked-up calories. The answer is: nothing. Jeremy doesn't fault Daphne for eating all the peanut butter cups, but he does fault her for using her power in a foolish manner. Daphne yells that she's not there for the game, but to save her life. And then Jeremy tells her not to cut him off, and Daphne keeps talking, and then Conda has to get involved, and meanwhile Cassandra is standing on the scale crying. Dolvett has finally had enough. He screams at Daphne that he's sick of this childish shit. Bob says that it may be childish, but there are real emotions happening. Real emotions are the worst kind, if you ask me. Bob points out that a lot of these people are emotionally retarded, and since they can no longer eat their feelings, shit is probably going to go down.