And, we're back to the great paintball war of 2007. Amanda sneaks up on Nick and shoots him upwards of four times. He calls her a psycho, she calls him a dog-hater, he calls her hot when she's mad, she calls him hot when he's dead. The furious making out commences, and Alexis takes the opportunity to shoot Amanda. Amanda could give a rat, because paint from her ass is about to be all over someone's glass door.

Back at the club, Betty leaves an apologetic message for Henry. But, it turns out, Henry's on the dance floor. In a wifebeater. Actually dancing. He's dancing either kind of well, or Napoleon-Dynamite-well. The line is so thin these days. Betty's mind goes to slow motion and provides a soundtrack of "If You Don't Know Me By Now" as she gazes upon him. Henry gets a thunderous round of applause and goes to claim his woman. He apologizes for being jealous and acting like a jerk, but adds that he's never going to be like Gio, because getting his freak on doesn't come naturally. Au contraire, Señnor Grubstick. Betty doesn't want him to be Gio, or want to come to clubs, or want to eat ice cream off of his stomach. She just wants to be with him. And he wants to be with her. And they're both happy eating ice cream on the couch, out of a bowl. Gio and a tipsy Hilda ask if the two want another drink, but Henry says they're going home. Gio looks after them with longing as they exit. Hilda notices the way he's staring after Betty, and lets out a big sigh. Oh, like that has EVER happened before.