Brande calls her mom to tell her what's going on. Mom suggests that whoever they find could end up being the father of her grandkids. Damn, Mom. Way to jump the gun and finish the race before Brande ties her shoes. Meanwhile, the six Lifers reach their destination and split up into three obvious teams -- Hammer and Manny, Jerri and Gabby, and Corey and Vince. You can tell that Vince is sick and tired of being stuck with Corey night and day. He gets that pained look on his face like he's trying to think. Jerri says that it's hard to meet men in this day and age, because they're all either married or gay. Hey Jerri, over here! What's wrong with Uncle Bob? I seem to have all the right stu....oh. Yeah. I'm married. Dammit. I keep forgetting that part. Vince and Corey are standing outside by some steps. Vince laughs and says that he never thought he'd find himself outside an office building, trolling for strange dick. Corey laughs and says he did it through most of the '90s to score money for heroin, so it's no big deal to him. In the meantime, Brande's working out back at the mansion and complaining that she has a hard time finding good guys who may have already seen her in Playboy to go out with her. She says that no man ever says, "I'm going out with a good girl"; they all say, "I'm going out with a Playboy Playmate!" Gee, whose fault is that, Princess Gloomytits?
In one of the office buildings, Manny approaches a female secretary who gets all giggly. Obviously, she's nervous that there's a tubby little dwarf next to her desk, because he has apparently asked her to go out with Brande off-camera. Judging from everything he's said on this show so far, I'm beginning to think Manny's confusion over women stems from his vice-presidency in the He-Man Woman Hater's Club that met every Friday night at Michael Jackson's house when he was a wee lad. Meanwhile, Hammer's barging into some guy's office, telling him that he can set the guy up with a real live honest-to-gosh Playboy Playmate. The guy's fairly impressed and thinks about it before showing Hammer his wedding band. I'm glad my wife and I have the agreement that if ever an ex-rapper and a midget burst into my office at work and offer me a hook-up with a Playboy model, I'm allowed to shirk all my wedding vows.