Episode Report Card Couch Baron: B | 6 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT We're Not Gonna Take It
By Couch Baron | Season 6 | Episode 3 | Aired on 04.14.2013
Peggy's assistant, who in the interest of diversity reporting I will tell you is African-American, enters to tell her that "Mr. Mathis and Mr. Gifford," the two lackeys she bossed around last week, are outside. Peggy asks the assistant "Phyllis" why she didn't tell her, so Phyllis closes the door and basically reports that they're scared to come in. Peggy gives a hilarious eye-roll that has a significant bit of "Well, I guess that's understandable" in there before starting to explain that she's had their job. Phyllis jumps in that she knows, and she knows Peggy's had Phyllis' job too - which is why she thinks Peggy would do better to be as encouraging to the boys as she is to Phyllis. Peggy suggests that Phyllis lend her "whatever book you just read and save me these little lectures," but there's no sting behind the words - in fact, the wry tone suggests Peggy and Phyllis are pretty buddy-buddy, which is nice. I just hope if Peggy sees Dawn again, she doesn't give in to the temptation of bragging about how she leaves her purse alone with Phyllis, like, all the time.
With an impish smile, Phyllis heads out, and then the boys - there are actually three of them; I'd guess the new one is an art guy - come in like they're entering the principal's office, and Peggy's order for them to sit down and quick retraction of same does nothing to assuage their unease. She tells them, essentially, that their idea is all wrong for their agreed strategy (that being that pimples cause you not to have fun; on a side note, the account is Clearasil, and while we already knew that was a CGC account, I guess this means that Peggy is having client lunches with Pete's father-in-law now?), but when they start to file out like they've just been flogged, she stops them and, with a smile that wants to be real but still looks at least 70 percent fake, gives them the most stilted and uncomfortable speech about "how you are" and her high standards, and it wants to be affirming, but it's so bad that one of the guys actually has to rescue her from it, and when they're gone, she looks less than pleased at her performance. Even using low standards, Peggy, that was a C-minus.
Oh, remember how Trudy allowed Pete to get an NYC pied-à-terre? Well, the place is at least appointed more nicely than I would have guessed, although for everyone's sake we'll refrain from bringing in a black light. Entering the place with its owner is Wife Number One from earlier, who stands nervously in the center of the room and turns down Pete's offers of food, drink, and music. He then compliments her lipstick - see what I mean about the cultured subtlety - which is all it takes to result in a makeout session and a trip to the bedroom. Damn, lady. At least make it look good by getting the theater tickets up front.