The bus finally reaches the Palms Hotel, and Vince is calmed down, with the first of many drinks in his hand. "Fuck everybody, it's time to fucking party," he leers at the camera. At home, I shudder, because ten years ago, that was my drunken battle cry. The cast poses with their adoring fans/clueless foreigners for photos in the casino as Vince's girlfriend shows up. Oh. My. God. This girl has more plastic in her than a Fisher Price factory. If you watch closely, Vince keeps shielding her from errant cigarettes because there's a good chance she could go up in flames if she's exposed to excessive heat. She looks like a science experiment gone horribly wrong. Still...I'd bang her. Webster notes that it's obvious that Vince is happy that he's home while we see Vince slowly turning into a slobbering drunk. He's introducing the Stepford Wife to his castmates, and they all make their way to the hotel's restaurant. There, Vince says the place has the best martinis in the world and proceeds to suck the building dry. Corey is still uncomfortable after his fight with Gabby, and is sitting at the table pouting because nobody's stepped up to the plate to try to console him. The waiter brings someone's food to the table and that's the last straw! Corey leaps from the table and storms out of the restaurant. Naturally, everyone jumps up and follows after him to see what the problem may be. I'm kidding. They let him get up without even bothering to find out what's eating him. Half of them don't even notice he left in a huff.
Outside, Corey is crying. Honest to God, this sniveling little shitbox is crying while a Vegas lounge version of "What The World Needs Now" plays in the background. Or he's pretending to cry. Upon closer inspection, I see he's not really crying. He rubbed his eyes frantically to get them to appear all red. He's trying to incorporate those crying jag hiccups into his speech as he blathers. "I'm...I'm...I'm just trying to help people out that I consider friends," he says. "I was just...just...just trying to calm Vince down. Gabby went off on me like I was trying to hurt...hurt...hurt her or insult her." Smart move, Feldman. Pin the blame on the dame. Yeah, your castmates may not be able to see it, but we at home can tell that Gabby's a classless bitchdog from hell. Uh huh. Preach, my brotha...preach.
Back at the dinner table, Gabby's telling her side of the story. She felt that Corey was feeling tension from Vince and that it wasn't okay for him to try to get the girls involved in the situation. Gabby's not suffering from delusions. She knows that everyone at the table is ready to kick Corey's testicles inside out. And it's about time this hatred for this fake, phony, whiny bitch baby is brought out into the open.