Episode Report Card M. Giant: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Four Thanksgivings And A Funeral
By M. Giant | Season 1 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.15.2006
Back at Casa Suarez, Walter has arrived, and Betty is venting at him about Hilda. Which, fine; dude might as well be good for something. "Maybe it is time this family stopped depending on me for everything," she says. "I just asked where I should put my coat," says Walter. Because it's all about Walter. Betty sarcastically tells him to ask Hilda: "She knows everything." Betty stomps off, leaving Walter standing there in his coat. Santos, ever the gentleman, comes up behind Walter with a beer and puts a companionable arm around him. "Run while you can," he advises. Walter grabs the beer like it's a life preserver.
Wil seems pretty satisfied with the Thanksgiving dinner she's whipped up, and from the looks of things, she should be. Just in time, too; Nico calls out to say that she's home, and Wil calls back that she's in the kitchen. "What, did you get lost or something?" Nico asks, rolling in her wheeled suitcase. She says that she'll throw in a load of laundry later, and doesn't even sit down before turning around and heading for the door again. Because, you see, Nico isn't in town to see her mom, but to see Death Cab for Cutie at the Beacon. Oops. Wil's hurt, and Nico picks up on it. She figured that Wil had plans anyway, like always, and Wil whips off her apron and sadly says, yes indeedy, she's horribly late for Donatella Versace's Thanksgiving party. Nico asks if she's okay, and Wil says that it's nothing: "I just mad e little snack in case...well, I'm sure it's not very good anyway." She leaves the room to change, leaving Nico alone in the kitchen. And Nico walks up to the counter, looks behind it, and for the first time sees the complete Thanksgiving dinner laid out there. She looks guilty as hell. Poor Nico, born with absolutely no sense of smell.
Back in the Mode closet, Marc is now resplendent in a glittery red number, trying to get Amanda to keep up with him: "If I keep doing it by myself then I'm just a freak." Amanda, still in the same dress as before, says that she's too depressed now. Oh, a sad drunk. Downer. Marc snuggles in next to her and tries to cheer her up by telling her secrets: "Betty makes fifty dollars a week less than I do." Amanda already knew that. Marc swigs from the champagne bottle and tries again: "Joelle from Styles got knocked up. No idea who the father is." "Eh," Amanda responds. So Marc brings out the big guns: "I think Wilhelmina's a lesbian! A BIG one!" In support of this theory, he says that Wil's always getting calls from some woman on her cell phone, and kicking Marc out when the calls come in: "And we're like this. She even had me bring her her diaphragm at the Plaza when she was sleeping with that guy from Texas-- oh wait, there goes my lesbian theory." But they still want to know who the mystery woman is.