Across town at Bolthouse, Heidi's "favorite stalker" -- or so Spencer would have us think of him -- does another drive-by at Heidi's place of work. Because those always work out so well. Jesus, man, have some consideration! She has "work" to do. Before Heidi even gets in the car, she's already snitting at him. Spencer tells her to lose the attitude, which is like a snake telling a lizard to lose the scales. Spencer says that he's growing weary of the limbo they're in and says that he is a young man who doesn't want to be caged down. He wants to be able to go out and eye-fuck hoochies, okay? Yeah, it sounds like he knows exactly where the relationship is, he just wants Heidi to be okay with it. Naturally, she's not. She throws all the Stacie duplicity (if there even was any) back in his face, but he maintains that he is not guilty of anything and that Stacie's not even his type. Spencer likes blondes, you see. All the better to rub his flesh beard on. Heidi says Spencer isn't seeing what she sees and that they need someone to steer this barreling pop culture train wreck that is their relationship. She reiterates her couples therapy demand and is met by a disgusted snort from Spencer. She says she's at her wit's end. Spencer tries his damndest to wriggle out of the couples therapy, but Heidi stands her ground.
Apparently Eiffel 65's "Blue" has made it into the catalog of sample-able hits for second-rate producers. That is a regrettable fact. Later that night, the ladies (Lauren, Lo, Audrina and Holly) sashay into da club to meet up with the Unabomber. Oh wait, that's just Brody! His Playboy Bunny girlfriend and Frankie are also there. Brody and Frankie douche out about some bros-before-hos Hawaiian surfing trip they've planned for the next week. With her typical sense of entitlement and "Look at me! Look at me!" Lauren asks why the girls aren't invited to Hawaii. Brody diplomatically tells her it's a guys' trip. She looks at him askance.