Episode Report Card Potes: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT I'm Coming Out
By Potes | Season 1 | Episode 14 | Aired on 01.31.2007
Meanwhile, Daniel walks into Bradford's office. Bradford is pouring a scotch. I love how rich business moguls always have, like, tons of liquor in crystal decanters right out in the open in their office, but I kept one very minimal nip collection in my file drawer and got written up. It's so unfair. Bradford wants to talk to Daniel, and Daniel immediately assumes that he's in for a lecture. Braford says that he's been thinking about Alex. Daniel asks if this is when Bradford tells Daniel what a disappointment he is and how Daniel could never fill Alex's shoes. Honey, if you want to try the four-inch stilettos, you go for it. But Bradford says that Alex died two years ago, and that this is about Daniel. He's really proven himself over the past few months, and one day Meade Publications is going to be in his hands. Daniel is all, "Yeah, right, old man," but Bradford says that he means it, and that, after tomorrow's show at Fashion Week, he's going to announce his intentions to the press. Daniel is finally a little grateful. I mean, geez, if my fuck-up son got all defensive like that when I was trying to do something nice for him, I'd probably reconsider. Bradford says, "I'm proud of you, son." Why do rich business moguls always call their sons "son"? ["They never learned the kids' names from their nannies?" -- Wing Chun]
Some half-naked boys pop up on a website entitled "Island Boys Cruise." Some are wearing sailor hats, which leads me to believe that Cher will be performing. We are, of course, at Marc's computer. Amanda pops over his monitor and asks how he's planning on booking a cruise when he can't even afford to cruise the bathroom on the seventeenth floor. I merely thought that was because the price paid in crabs was much too high. Marc says that he has some money coming in. Amanda suspiciously asks where from, and Marc guardedly says that it's none of her business and tells her to go away, noting that there's probably someone with a cold sore she should be making fun of. But Amanda wears him down, and Marc says that, every year there's one hot item that comes out of Fashion Week. "Hello wide belt 2006," says Amanda, stroking her own wide belt. Ew, that sounded dirty. Marc asks if she's noticed how, every year, "Eternal 18" has an exact knockoff mere days later, and then asks, "Who do you think tips them off for a big old bag o' caaaaaaaaaaash?" Amanda angrily says that Marc has been selling his integrity to some tacky mall store before saying that it's genius and that she wants in. Marc pushes her off his lap and says, "Forget it, Clyde, find your own criminal activity." That line killed me.