Tami -- a tall, attractive black girl -- comes out of the airport, laden with luggage. She's somehow convinced a strange man to help her with her multitude of bags. Yes, that's a sign of something. What, I'm not sure yet. Dom and Tami shake hands. In an interview, Tami -- wearing the largest hoop earrings I have ever seen in my entire life -- says us that Dominic "wasn't what [she] expected." She says, however, that she thinks he's "cool." Well, duh, look at the leather jacket and mumbly voice. Dom is trying so hard to be cool, he might freeze to death (see what I did there? Cool = cold? Okay, never mind). Dom loads all of Tami's luggage onto the Winnie, and confides to the camera that, if Tami were a president, she'd be Baberaham Lincoln. Not in so many words.
Tami calmly watches as Dom piles all her stuff onto the Winnie. He makes some crack about her not lifting a finger, but she just laughs. Tami laughs a lot. Generally, in a barely controlled hysterical tone that's this close to suggesting mental instability. Dom informs Tami that their first stop is Kentucky. Tami confides to the camera she never thought she'd be driving across country, and certainly not to Kentucky, and that she feels pretty "unsure about it all." Dom takes the wheel of the Winnie, and oddly, Tami sits in the back, rather than in the passenger seat beside him. First she let him load her luggage, now she's letting him chauffeur her. Interesting. I'm still withholding judgment.
New York Heather pops in again, predicting, again, that someone will drop out. New York Kevin holds his head in his hands and expresses doubt that the cast will get along. That longhaired New York cast member whose name I never remember ["André" -- Wing Chun] hopes that no one kills anyone. Okay, we get it. Let it go, you guys. It's over. You're done! Go home!