Episode Report Card Jacob Clifton: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Fashion Roadkill!
By Jacob Clifton | Season 3 | Episode 3 | Aired on 10.09.2008
Then it all turns into español and that turns into a telenovela which turns into another novela which is on the screen that a Meade security guy is watching. One of the weirder transitions of late. Betty asks him for the security tapes, and when he realizes she works for Daniel the murderer, she delivers a hilarious Betty a-ha: "Alleged murderer; and he didn't do it; and you work for him too." It's in the delivery: very funny, staccato like she's planned it out but also spontaneous and triumphant. That's my girl. Anyway, the tape's been stolen, and just like he told the cops and "that little blonde girl," he has no idea where it went.
Straight to Amanda, of course, who wants the reward money for her insane debt and fifteen maxed-out credit cards and parental estrangement. Her real parents, not what's-his-face. She should really get on making that up to them. Betty asks her to give her version of events, and they are -- of course -- totally fucking awesome.
It was late, which is when Amanda usually tries to call the credit card companies, because their overseas customer service people are so much nicer. In the memory, she looks ten times hotter than she even already looks, explaining to "Rahul" that it is no crime to purchase things you can't afford. Amanda, you are so subprime, but I love you. Betty walks into the memory with a giant Dagwood sandwich going, "Amanda, have you seen the mustard? I need it for my big fat sandwich! Which I'm always, like, eating around you, and making a total mess of myself." Amanda nods sagely: "I know! You always are, right?"
Real Betty informs Amanda that she is not constantly eating sandwiches, and was not there during this moment in her life, but Amanda's not hurting: "It really does feel that way sometimes," she says philosophically about Betty's constant eating of big fat sandwiches and mess-making. And in a way, she's right. At least this week. And last week. And last season. And OMG, as usual Amanda is like a wizard. Back to Rahul, to whom she explains that if she pays her bill, she can't pay her rent, and if she can't pay her rent, he'll have nowhere to send the bill, so really she's just thinking of him. Ah Rahul. You lucky man, talking to Amanda across the ocean.
Amanda hears a scream and goes to investigate. "I peered around the corner. It wasn't a woman. ...Well, it was Marc." Marc's hair looks totally debonair as he screams at a woman in Wilhelmina's chair: "You will rue the day, Wilhelmina Slater, that you decided to cross Marc St. James! I know all of your plans and I will make you pay." He totally slaps the woman in the chair, making Amanda gasp, but also making me think: literally at this point in the evening, half the people on this show were slapping mannequins and threatening the baby. Like half of the entire cast. I cannot let that go. Plus, Marc is lots of times very attractive in the way that Herman Miller or Heywood-Wakefield or Eames is attractive, but when he's hot? So weird. And yet so hot. Jump to Marc at his desk, admitting that he did shove Christina that night, but -- at their gasps -- it's not what they think.