Speidi Web 2.0. ENZO! For what may be his last appearance ever. Sad face. Heidi walks in to find her two favorite guys playing a race car game. Spencer rubs it in that he's winning (against a person who just barely figured out how to walk and talk, I might note). Enzo forlornly admits that he's being bested by an idiot. His little conductor hat droops a little at the admission. Spencer sticks it to Heidi that he and Enzo are having "an honest relationship" before pointedly steering the conversation to marriage and babies. Enzo says that stuff's for grown-ups. Whether Spencer is a grown-up, he can't be sure. Spencer asks if Heidi picked up any items at the pharmacy that afternoon -- like, say, a pregnancy test. Heidi plays dumb, and they both dance around the obvious tension. But that shrewd little scamp Enzo picks up on it. Quoth Enzo, "Mamma mia!"
The next set-up refers to Taylor's Engagement Party. "Who the hell is Taylor?!" you might ask. Apparently one of Brody's lackeys heretofore known as "Sleazy-T," heretofore known as "Not Frankie," heretofore known as "That other guy on Bromance." Not that you watched Bromance or anything. Anyhow, it's all an elaborate set-up to point out that Jayde and Brody are nowhere near marriage by sheer virtue of their own immaturity, selfishness, and generally insufficiency as human beings. Even Jayde laughs off the suggestion when the lackey's fiancée suggests Brody and Jayde are next. Except it's a sad half-laugh that implies how desperate for that very development she really is. The fiancée says that perhaps this party will put a little pressure on Brody. Since it's a universally known fact that pressure, boredom and pride make for the most lasting marriages.
Across the party, Brody grimly admits that he's fully back with Jayde before trying to eschew the marriage rhetoric. Not one to be subtly nudged in another direction, Frankie (yes, 38-year-old permabachelor Frankie) suggests that Brody is due for a walk down the aisle. Brody insists that his 20s are for snagging as much snatch as possible. He's interrupted when the ladies walk up to get the dinner started.
Beachelorette pad. Kristin updates BS that she ended things with JB. She admits she was motivated primarily by fear, since she hasn't had a boyfriend in two years and comes from a broken (albeit ridiculously luxe) home. Emboldened by what appears to be straight vodka, BS slurs that trust takessssss time, and thingssss'll work with the right persssssson.