Episode Report Card Jessica: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Fey's Sleigh Ride
By Jessica | Season 1 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.18.2006
When Betty gets back to the office with dinner, Marc tells her the bad news that "Beauty cleared." She wonders what they're supposed to do, and he snaps that unless she hit the Powerball last night, she should keep her trap shut. Betty grabs Daniel's dinner away from Amanda and takes it to him. Daniel tells Betty to go ahead and go home: "I'm sure your nephew's sick of the closet anyway." Tee. Betty sort of just raises her brows, and then lets this go. Daniel tells her that she's worked hard today, and she starts to leave, but then turns back and begins to confess. Daniel stops her: "Listen to me: I don't have to know about everything. Especially if knowing about it means I'd end up losing you." Nascent shippers across the nation squee. I have to say, he does have a very dreamy voice. "So, have a great night," Daniel finally dismisses her. Betty sort of smiles and leaves and he gets back to work, looking thoughtful.
Elsewhere, Marc brings Wilhelmina her dinner salad, cheerfully pointing out that he brought her a few extra lemon slices with which to dress it: "You've earned them!" He also "ripped [her] lettuce into bite-sized pieces and de-cobbed [her] baby corn." Wilhelmina just asks if Marc saw Carlo Medina at The Rack. Poor Marc can't even get enough breath to make words, and just runs out of her office.
Telenovela time: apparently, last week's Simpleton Soccer Player is in love with a nun. Or many it's just a girl in a cape? We don't see enough to see for sure, because we cut away from the TV and right to Justin waxing poetic to the long-suffering Hilda and Papa Suarez about the magazine's "product closet," whilst waving around the lotions he stole. Hilda doesn't want to hear it, and tells him to put it in his paper, which is the elementary-school version of "stick it in a blog."
Why, it's the doorbell! Betty goes and gets it with Jolen Crème Bleach all over her mustache. Oh, GIRL. I don't care who it is at the door. You do your Inappropriate Hair Concealment in PRIVATE. It's all the more horrifying when it turns out to be Marc and Amanda at the door. Amanda is eating Cheetos right out of the bag. They look moderately horrified by the bleach, but not nearly as much as they would be if they both weren't terrified by the thought of getting canned. Marc announces that Wilhelmina wants to see them at 10 AM the next morning. Betty's face falls. "She knows," Amanda says through a mouth of Cheeto. DUM DUM DUM music plays as we push in on the 'stache. That was...moderately hilarious.