Episode Report Card Jessica: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Queens For A Day
By Jessica | Season 1 | Episode 3 | Aired on 10.11.2006
At Mode, Betty mopes. People continue to stare at her, perhaps because she still only has one sleeve. Maybe she should attempt to salvage this by showing up each day in an even glitzier, tackier outfit. It could be her thing. By the end of the season, she could have, like, a jacket made of Christmas lights and a hat composed entirely of fruit. When she slogs back to her desk, she notices that dumb Daniel has OF COURSE forgotten his proposal for Vincent, and takes off running.
Madison 6. Bradford is waxing poetic about the quail. The idea of eating quail freaks me out, although I like chicken. Is that hypocritical? I think it's because it seems like I would be eating street pigeons, although I know this is not accurate, and also because bird feet freak me out and quail seem like they would be served with their little feet sticking out. I don't think I want to talk about this anymore. Vincent turns to Amanda and wonders what people "from the old neighborhood" would think about quail. That it freaks them out? She sort of smiles. He offers her the bread basket. "Carbs? No," Amanda says automatically, and then recovers thusly: "But who cares about carbs when you're from Queens, right?" This is punctuated by a very stagy wink. Vincent seems moderately charmed by this, but Daniel orders "a very large glass of wine."
Mode. Marc is flirting with some boy in some room when Betty comes flying in and begs him to cover her phones. He offers to take the proposal to Madison 6 for her, telling her that they probably won't even let her past the host, dressed as she is. He snatches the report away from her, holding it just far enough over her head to make her jump for it. Finally, she just grabs it: "MARC! I can't hit your boss, but I can hit you, and everyone knows I'm from Queens so I WILL DO IT." Mark hands it over. "Thank you!" she says. I think he kind of liked that.
Luncheon. Vincent is chatting up Amanda, saying that none of the girls at their high school looked like her while he was a student. "Does Mrs. Rodriguez still teach there?" he asks. Amanda smiles, stalls, and finally says, "Um....I'm gonna say...SHE DIED." Daniel sucks down some more wine.
At Mode, the Senator has arrived at last to pick up Wilhelmina. "So, you're still just the creative director?" he asks, looking around her office, unimpressed. Wilhelmina sighs. "Yes, Daddy," she replies, and trudges sadly after him and out the door. See, Betty? At least your Daddy loves you.