The next day, we're back in NYC, back at Whitney's apartment. What about the nipple slip? I love how an entire frigging trip to Miami was boiled down to one obviously manufactured incident in 'da club. Jay apologizes for the thousandth time for anything remotely Dani-related. Whitney notes that it was a weird coincidence that she was there. Jay insists -- again -- that he has nothing to hide and didn't care, belied by his own actions and his refusal to let it drop. Whitney points this exact incongruity out. In essence, "The Jay-dy doth protest too much." Now that Whitney is actually engaging him on the conversation topic that he has doggedly pursued, Jay tries to shut her up. She effectively ends this farce of a dialogue by her telling him she is about to literally vomit from the verbal merry-go-round and then summing up, and I'll paraphrase, "Mama didn't raise no fool."

Meanwhile, Erin visits Sami at BG. Since they are fringe friends with no other connection, Erin straightaway mentions that A-hole had "15 pairs of tits, right behind him, just rubbing in his face." That is a kick-ass word portrait, my friend. Provocative, yet horrifying. She notes the awkward position A-holette put her in by asking Erin to spy on him. They agree that A-hole is running out of excuses. Then Erin undoes her earlier verbal artistry, snarking, "I smell a little... Ahi tuna," except it took her, like, five minutes to come up with a specific fish, so she clarifies, "Something fishy!" Sami courtesy laughs.

That night, A-hole meets up with A-holette for a "meal" and brings a bouquet of flowers. Yep, he's one of those guys. They exchange details on their respective weekends, and she busts out about Erin calling her and ratting him out. He tries to pretend he has no idea what happened, so he makes her tell him what he did. I guess that does save him some time and energy, since there are probably scads of things Erin didn't see... He basically starts yelling at her and turns the tables, saying Erin is one to talk since she's a cheater, too. Fair point, but a bullshit fall back, nonetheless. He starts moaning about his feelings, all "Woe is me!" that he is being spied on and scrutinized. Well, yeah you're going to be scrutinized over every little thing you do, when those "things" have names and cup sizes, ass hat.