More pool. This time Sean and Jason cue up, and Sean whispers that he thinks "Genesis is hot as crap, man." Oh, he's such a Casanova. There's some wooing words for you. I'm sure he could stand at her window under the cover of darkness, whisper into the night, "Genesis, you are hot as crap, man," and wait for her to throw pennies and rose petals over the balcony before inviting him in for a long night of satisfying, heterosexual lovemaking. Because if anyone can show Genesis what it's like to be with a real man, it's Sean. Incidentally, Jason shoots pool first and breaks, failing to sink one ball. Losers.
And over in the living room, the four girls discuss Genesis some more. Kameelah announces that she "very rarely see[s] feminine lesbians," and Genesis expresses some surprise that they're not "all over the place in big cities." Montana registers what is perhaps the first intelligent comment on this subject with her assertion that "the reason you say you very rarely see feminine lesbians is because you don't know." But then she shoots down her whole, proto-humorless-liberal-rhetoric thing with the following story: "I knew this lesbian couple, that one woman was inseminated with a turkey baster, and the kid was born on Thanksgiving." Ah, yes, from the old "I knew this lesbian couple who" collection of urban myths, including, "I knew this lesbian couple, and one of them ate Pop Rocks and drank coke" and "I knew this lesbian couple, and one of them owned a pet store and the other one was a nurse, and the first one sold Richard Gere the gerbil, and the other one had to get it out." Kameelah fake laughs for the hundredth time in this episode, this time barely concealing her developing trademark eye-roll.