Episode Report Card Potes: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Punch Out
By Potes | Season 1 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.18.2007
Meanwhile, back in Queens, Ignacio is trying to exit Constance's place, saying that there's a flood in his basement and that they can do dinner later in the week. However, upon leaving, he discovers that, like any good stalker, Constance has locked her door. He asks her to open it, but she tells him that she doesn't like leftovers. Hey, lay off the 'tovers. They didn't do anything to your crazy ass. Constance also doesn't like being interrupted on her wedding night by Ignacio's ringing phone, so she confiscates it and puts it in her cleavage. Really, there's room for a whole booth in there. It might be a good way for her to earn income now that she's unemployed. She pulls out a vintage powder blue suit and tells Ignacio to try it on. Oh, man, not the powder blue suit! Why are crazy people always so '70s?
Back at Prague, Daniel reads Betty the riot boi act. He asks if she followed him there, and she says that she was having a perfectly good time before he got there, and even enjoyed a filthy Cub Scout. Daniel asks what she was thinking. She says that she was trying to help, and he replies that they're not at the office, and he doesn't need a chaperone or bodyguard or babysitter. Rather, he needs a babysitter's club to satisfy his twisted, out-of-control desires. He tells Betty that when they leave the building, her day is over, and crossly asks her to let him live his life. He emphatically tells her to punch out. Sadly, he does not mean to punch out the younger model sister, who comes in to lead him to the dance floor and gives Betty a glare. If only Daniel had really let Betty ruin his evening, things might have turned out all right in the end. Betty looks sad and embarrassed as we head to commercials.
We return to a shapely pair of legs leading down to strappy stiletto heels. Yes, it is Wilhelmina and her freshly nibbled feet. She enters Bradford's office under yet another flimsy pretense, then settles in a chair by the fire, saying that her feet are killing her. She slips off a shoe, and Bradford takes note. She asks if there's any chance of getting a drink, and Bradford can barely take his eyes off of her feet. It's quite possible that she's giving him a Basic Instinct flash, too, but I don't think he would notice given those ten supple toes spread out before him. Wili knocks a pencil off of the table and then proceeds to -- wait for it -- pick it up with her toes. And with that, ladies and gentlemen, it appears Bradford Meade is hooked.