Episode Report Card Jessica: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT After Hours
By Jessica | Season 1 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.08.2006
While Betty's rolling around, Daniel is examining Salma's oeuvre back at the office. Salma runs into him in the hallway, as he's paging through Girls Like It On Top. "You know that's not a pop up book, right?" she inquires, wryly. He retorts that he's writing an article on women who "tease their way to the top," and asks if he can get a quote from her. Salma scoffs that if he thinks she teased her way to the top, then he doesn't know her at all. "Daniel Meade, you are a presumptuous, chauvinistic [long string of Spanish I don't understand, but all of which sounds very insulting]," she says, smiling, and storms off. Daniel just kind of giggles.
Over at the hotel, Betty is out of cash, and so she tips the bellman with her MetroCard. Oh God, this is going to be a long night. He thanks her, weakly, and she flings herself on the round bed to admire the room. "I'm in heaven," she says.
"I'm in HELL," Wil announces back at the office, as she pages through a rack of Beau-Mart clothes. "Imagine working in a sweatshop and not even being proud of what you're making," she sighs. Christina tries to interest her in terrible outfit after terrible outfit, with very little luck. Finally, Marc comes in and gives Wil the scoop on Ted Lebeau: Three kids, four ex-wives, five golden retrievers. Wil asks Marc to "sprinkle a little Lone Star State" around her office to make Ted feel at home, and wonders if Nico has called her back. "Not yet," he says. Wil asks if he's certain that he sent the care package to the boarding school? Marc swears that he did. Wil asks him to please call Nico again.
Betty is in her room, surrounded by Modes, trying to write her article. She does not have a knack for writing, from what I can tell. She does, however, have a fondness for adjectives. She calls down and orders a massage.
Back in Wil's office, Marc is weighed down with a bunch of Texan hoo-ha, including a set of longhorns, and three ten gallon hats. Wil is trussed up in a truly terrible blue polyester suit. Marc gives her a long look. "You look like a bank manager," he says, and she kind of does. Wil notes that she can't imagine many bank managers are wearing La Perla undergarments. At the mention of ladies' underthings, Marc looks grossed out. He reaches out to smooth Wil's collar, but the polyester shocks him and he gives up on her and starts Texas-ing up the place. He notes that he read an interview in a whiskey magazine in which "Tex extols the virtues of rye," and plops some Jim Beam on the table.