BBQ. John babbles, making burgers.
Inside. Zach and Crystal cuddle in bed, clothed, thankfully. Zach blathers on, trying to put words in Crystal's mouth about being confused about seeing her ex. Crystal doesn't punch him in the mouth for being a fucking insufferable nudge, but rather says that she is more worried about jeopardizing anything that they, Zach and Crystal, might have together. Zach camera-talks that he's been nothing but honest and doesn't want to be her boyfriend. Zach makes every dicky boy verbal move as she sniffles. Zach tells Crystal not to choose between him and this other dude and that this is a "tough" conversation and whatever she does and whatever happens is up to her and in the end it's more important to him that they remain friends. Zach can't stop the nonsense, telling us then that he thinks Crystal "understands" the "magnitude" of this and that their futures don't "coexist." Zach, drop the bullshit, you're not trying to break up with us. Crystal, hiding her face, wisely says, "I'd like to go home." He kisses her cheek and says "okay," always the "nice" guy. Ooh, the music supervisor decided to go really subtle this week. "Now we are done," says the droning strummy guitar song. "Now we are done." Someone licked the lens or something because the shot of them hugging as she leaves is crazy blurry. Like a Liz Taylor perfume commercial. She leaves. "Now we are done," one more time, in case we hadn't heard.
House. Ocean. House. Bathroom. Zach and John brush their teeth and talk. Zach says that it's better if he and Crystal don't fuck around anymore, since she's more serious than he is. John says that from now on they need to only hang out with tourist girls. Zach laughs. Asshole.
On the next. John wears a cheerleader outfit, and Janelle tells us how fun he is. John says if anything would happen with any of the girls here, it would be Janelle. No shit. Paula is a loon and Svet's Russian mafia boyfriend would castrate you. They skinny dip. Over.