Episode Report Card Jessica: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Fey's Sleigh Ride
By Jessica | Season 1 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.18.2006
Back at home, Betty tells Walter and her family that she had an "amazing night." Walter just wants to know if she's going to finish her tamale. She glares at him. "Right. I forgot. You probably need it to soak up the booze," he snaps. Justin pipes up that Betty would be perfect for his school project: they have to write a paper about someone whose job they admire. At this, Hilda looks sort of subtly sad at the other end of the table. "We have a whole day off tomorrow to observe them," Justin explains, and announces, of course, that he wants to go to Mode. Betty would love to have him, she says, if it's okay with Hilda. Hilda bitterly notes that the fashion world isn't all that: "A bunch of self-serving, shallow tramps who starve themselves and back-stab each other for expensive clothes no self-respecting person would be caught dead in." Sounds like an interesting essay to me! Justin just wants to know if he can go. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you," Hilda replies grudgingly. Justin is predictably thrilled.
Mode. Betty and Justin get onto the elevator. He looks very cute in a vest and tie under a little blazer, sort of like a mini-Marc. Speaking of Marc, he and Amanda climb on the lift, and Betty introduces them as her friends. "Just because we're sharing an elevator doesn't mean we're friends," Amanda sneers. Betty soldiers on, introducing Justin. Marc snarks that he's glad to know that it's just baby weight on Betty, a mistake which she is quick to correct. Justin is paying no attention whatsoever, because he's eyeballing Amanda's shoes, and squeals, "Oh my God! Manolo Blahniks, Spring 2004!" Amanda's face immediately falls, and she tries to cover her left foot with her right. Marc crows with glee: "Wearing two-year-old shoes! Even I didn't catch that! Definitely not your son," he adds, to Betty.
Justin, Betty, Marc, and Amanda walk out of the elevator and right into the sound of yelling from the conference room. Vincent is ripping down their apocalyptic mock-ups and yelling things like, "I went to get the tanks. Gone!" Wilhelmina looks alarmed. "Isabella took them ALL OUT FROM UNDER US," Vincent screams. Daniel rubs his forehead and asks Vincent to calm down, but Vincent retorts that he cannot: how can he, when Isabella magazine "literally stole [their] entire spread"? We cut to a great react form the three Modekateers (to lift a term from one of our clever posters), each looking more alarmed than the other. "Oh my God. Carlo Medina," Marc wheezes. "He bought me a drink," Betty says, stricken.