So Kat starts fencing at her new salle and gives us another one of those "I gotta go for it" speeches in a sit-down. There's also an explanation by Kat of the rules of fencing and how all the equipment works to keep track of your score, but I'm not paying attention. I lost interest as soon as I learned that the point on Kat's sword is harmless and there's little chance of her poking any of her flatmates' eyes out accidentally. She finds that she's not as good as everyone in the salle and then concludes with yet another "I gotta go for it" speech and the startling pronouncement that if she practices, she'll get better.

Mike explains his normal routine in a sit-down. "I get up at 2 PM. I sit around and fart and then do nothing until late at night." Thanks for sharing Mike, but how about a little multi-tasking? I've been known to fart, too, but I can usually do that while going about my normal day, provided there's enough ventilation. I don't need to make time to "sit around and fart." Sean can't get a sponsor. Mike eats cereal in a sit-down and complains that Sean isn't doing anything. Then there's a montage sequence of Mike getting calls from Sean wearing a variety of sports-related sweatshirts and baseball caps. "I feel so helpless." They consider calling Mike's dad but only as a last resort.

Mike complains about his plight to Kat while they are both alone in the kitchen. Kat pretends to listen to him and then scrubs a pot while she explains to Mike why she doesn't ask about his racing: "I know when I get frustrated about something, it's the last thing I want to talk about." Mike complains about being stuck in London while some kid back home gets to race his father's car. Mike, some people don't get to go to London and stay, all expenses paid, in some gorgeous house. Why don't you quit whining and go enjoy London?