Bunim: Jonathan? Did you know that Jay's father abandoned him and wants to get in touch with him now? Our lives are saved!
Murray: Who's Jay?
Bunim: One of the housemates?
Murray: The one who races cars?
Bunim: Uh, no.
Murray: The one who got his tongue bitten off?
Bunim: No. Jay is the one who wrote a play and won't let anyone forget it.
Murray: Oh yeah -- the one who doesn't get laid, right?
Bunim: None of them is getting laid, Jonathan.
Murray: You got me there.
Bunim: So I'm thinking we should get Jay's father a ticket to London and stock his room with a few liters of Absolut. In a week, we'll have some great TV.
"The last time I saw him was this summer when he came to see my play," says Jay in an interview. He goes on to describe how nervous his father was to come since he was sure there'd be a reference in the play to his abandonment of his son. "And when he left," says Jay, "it's like he didn't bring himself around to tell me that he was leaving." So then almost a year later -- now that Jay is being followed around by MTV cameras -- Jay finally gets a letter from his father. Jay tries to reach his father by telephone, but no one picks up. Why do I get the feeling that Jay just hasn't grasped the whole time zone thing and that he's calling his father at 3:00 AM his time and that's why he's not getting an answer?
So then there's a montage sequence of Jay "healing" from the whole experience. He plays basketball with Mike. He rollerblades with Mike, Neil, and Kat. He watches little children run around in the park. Everyone hugs Jay while swans come and eat pieces of bread out of his hand. "The mood of the house has changed over the last couple of weeks," Jay voice-overs. "People have a better sense of who each other is." He refers to Mike starting to race again (neglecting to mention that he lost big-time) and Neil performing (neglecting to mention that the last time he performed, he lost his tongue in some guy's mouth) as proof of a new attitude within the house. "People care about me more," Jay concludes. We see him rollerblading again. After Jay executes some pretty sophisticated dance moves, Mike proclaims him the "Fred Astaire" of rollerblading. I guess that makes Mike the Ginger Rogers of auto racing.