Episode Report Card Jessica: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT All The Right Moves
By Jessica | Season 6 | Episode 12 | Aired on 01.21.2003
We go to commercial, and when we come back, the band Loudermilk plays for twenty minutes. They're pretty good, especially after all that screaming from Audrey. Speaking of Audrey, she's recovering backstage. Her make-up has run down her face, and she's sniffling pathetically. I sort of want to smack her. Emma brings her a glass of water and announces that Audrey is out of the band. Audrey slurs something about trying harder, but Emma doesn’t want to hear it. "You're out," she repeats.
Liberty Hell's Kitchen. The Return Of Flip-Flops. He's read the stories. They're "overwrought and derivative," but good, he says. And he thinks Oliver can, with a recommendation from him, get admitted to some hoity-toity writers' program in California. He tells Joey to give Oliver the good word. "I think he'd rather hear it from you," Joey says. Flip-Flops cocks a skeptical brow and points out that Oliver clocked him. "I'll give him a recommendation. I kinda think that's enough," he drawls dryly. But sensitive Princess Joey is scared that Oliver won't listen to her. "That's a fascinating saga," Flip-Flops tells her sarcastically, informing her that the ball is in her court. She can tell Oliver or not, he really doesn't care. "Look, I'm off. I've got Harley chained to a radiator," he says. Heh. Flip-Flops is pretty funny in this episode. I think I may be transferring my Todd Love to Flip-Flops. Joey looks horrified. "It's a joke, Joey. Get a sense of humor," Flip-Flops suggests, God bless him.
The Party Where Pacey Made The Most Boring Deal With The Devil Ever. Pacey's leaving, but Fede RalAgent can't let him go without some dramatic warnings about how he needs to ask himself why it's all been so easy at Boiler Room, Inc. "Or if it's just a little too good to be true," she finishes. "Good luck, Pacey," she says, then climbs into her car and speeds back to Quantico. Pacey makes a face like his head is about to collapse under the weight of his hair.
So, Audrey stumbles inside her dorm room, rummages through her underwear drawer, and finds a bottle of Jim Beam. She chugs half of it, then stares at herself in the mirror. We get it! She hates herself! Whatever! No one cares! Audrey sucks! Audrey is boring! Audrey won't stop whinging! Audrey used to be fun, and now she's none! She trips into the bathroom and pours the rest of the booze down the drain. Then she flings the bottle onto the ground, where it breaks everywhere. And then she collapses on the bed. For accuracy, I think that this portrayal of drunkenness calls for more vomiting.