Enter Beth S. With her cat. I hate her already. Not that I don't like cats, because I do, but as someone who has severe allergies, I can tell you that it's really rude to bring an animal into a situation without checking with everyone else first. Also, Beth has really annoying hair -- all layered and banged. Dom tells us that he "can't stand cats." Beth giggles that people weren't happy about the cat. Dom moans to the camera that he has a dog that "means a lot" to him, and that he "hates cats." Beth sniggers and tells the camera that Dom can "hang out on a different floor." Gee, how totally accommodating!
Irene arrives with her fiancé, Tim. Aaron calls Irene "this gentle little woman," and, already, I hate him. Aaron, after meeting Tim, says that his brother "has a fiancée. It's an interesting concept." Har har. Not. Nitwit. Anyway, Irene earnestly tells the camera that she thinks Tim was "jealous" after meeting Aaron, because he's "this blond-haired, blue-eyed guy" and she likes that type. We're treated to several shots of Aaron frolicking in the surf to the tunes of EMF's "Unbelievable." Okay, so he's kinda cute. He's my type, physically, too, Irene. But wait until you hear the "gentle little lady" line.
Back at the house, much unpacking ensues. It's really boring. Aaron has a surfboard. Beth has new pajamas. Jon has hat head. We see that the house has a surveillance-type camera (which allows people to spy on what's happening in any other room of the house), a Jacuzzi, pool tables, yadda yadda yadda. Does anyone care? I didn't think so. This house is nothing compared to later Real World houses. ["I heard that. London makes L.A. look like a shack." -- Wing Chun] I wonder if these cats watched Hawaii and felt gypped. I did, but it had nothing to do with the house and everything to do with my becoming a whore to Bunim-Murray Productions. Dom takes forever to explain the idea behind the confessional, with which I assume you are all well acquainted.
Jon, carrying a huge box upstairs, knocks a picture off the wall. Beth watches this, gripping her squalling feline, and looking appalled. She scurries back to her new pajamas and the safety of her bedroom. Irene snits to the camera that she got stuck with the last bed. In the bedroom, however, Beth asks her if the sleeping arrangements are acceptable to her, and Irene says that they are. Hey, Irene, babe, if you're unhappy, say so, or shut up. God, the longer this episode drags on, the bitchier I become.