Charlie tries to identify with Spencer's "us against the world" paranoia, but Spencer's already moved on to his next rant about all the crazy bitches in his life. He rehashes the events of last night from his perspective, which include ShePratt crying out about how Spencer yelled and screamed at her. And maybe them cameras was playin' tricks on my eyes, but I'm pretty sure she just walked away quietly and sadly. But Spencer's on a roll, and sputters about how when ShePratt was born, his parents tried to hand her to him, and he recoiled. Wow.
Charlie tells him to calm his shit down. Spencer goes all conspiracy theorist and tells Charlie that's he too calm and doesn't see the forces plotting against him. Charlie says that Spencer seeing these supposed conspirators makes him miserable. Spencer then insanely claims that his life is "perfect" until ShePratt and Holly scheme together. Mind you, there was not one shot of those two exchanging a single word at the party. And that was one damn boring party. Holly didn't even dance! Also, this statement comes from a person who earlier addressed other people as "civilians." Charlie tells Spencer that the crystals clearly aren't working, so maybe he should take them off. Instead, Spencer places one against his head and pants like a psychopath. Quoth Charlie, "You're crazy, man. You've lost it."
That night, ShePratt arrives late for the globally significant tête-à-tête with Kristin. Not a good start. ShePratt obliviously asks Kristin if she's ordering food. Kind of a funny question for someone you've actively called a disgustingly skinny crackhead, but that's just zany old ShePratt. Seeing that Kristin isn't going to approach the topic head-on, ShePratt acknowledges that the "Miami stuff" has dragged. Kristin tells her to stop talking about it then, and ShePratt looks at her, all, "Well then why did you ask me here?" And then there's a whole song and dance that seems repetitive even for this show. And this show's bread and butter is repetition.
Basically ShePratt insists that she didn't do anything. And Kristin's all, "Well stop doing the thing you're doing then! And, by the way, don't apologize for it, either!" They go 'round and 'round like this for a while, and it's wildly unsatisfying. Why? Because there is not one shred of evidence that ShePratt is lying in this instance. I'm all for some ShePratt comeuppance, but this situation does not merit it in the slightest. It's a logical fallacy: "If rumor A appeared in the tabloids one week and B-C-D talked about it a week later in a closed hotel room on film that no one would see for months, then B-C-D must have concocted rumor A. And Brody said it was B! That whore. B did it!" (And I'm not even going to go into the fact that Brody's last two girlfriends were Jayde Nicole and Avril Lavigne. Let's just say the man should not be trusted.)