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
A shot of people dancing in the club fades to a shot of Walter and Justin playing Dance Dance Revolution in the Suarez living room. Betty gets home after a long evening of being turned away from clubs, and is not particularly pleased to see Walter in her house. He would like to know what, exactly, she was doing out at "some club until...9:45." ["That may have been the only thing in the episode that actually made me laugh." -- Wing Chun] Betty tells Walter that she was at a party, but snaps that she doesn't have to explain anything to him, seeing as they're not an item anymore. "And whose fault is that?" Walter asks. Betty looks mildly incredulous: "Um, you're the one who dumped ME for Gina," she reminds him. "For just two days!" he protests. "I mean, it takes longer than that to digest corn." Well, consider me sold! He should sell that to the nice people at Hallmark for their Valentine's Day line. Betty rolls her eyes: "As beautiful an apology as that is, Walter, I think we're over." Walter moans and groans about this a bit, finally pointing out that he bought Dance Dance Revolution for Justin at FULL PRICE. He couldnât even use his discount! Betty wonders if Walter's not being able to use his employee discount is supposed to melt her heart, and firmly sends him home. Note to Walter: "I love you" usually goes over better than "But I BOUGHT YOU THIS." Best of all is "I love you, AND I bought you this." Walter leaves, grumpily. The sound on my cable feed here in Los Angeles is totally wobbly and distorted, which is making the Sad Music of a Failed Relationship sound like the soundtrack to Rosemary's Baby. I can't wait until we find out that Gina Gambaro worships Satan.
Over at the Modeparty, Daniel is hitting on an underwear model when Bradford comes over and asks him if he's talked to anyone "who actually matters." Dude, fancy underwear is important. Have you never had a third date? Daniel retorts that he's talked to four reporters already. "Looks like my first issue's a home run," he adds, slightly smugly. Bradford grudgingly admits that Daniel's pulled it off, but reminds him that "Mode sells Mode." Whatever that means. A round of photogs comes and takes a father-and-son snap, right before Wilhelmina comes over to kiss some Meade ass. "Your brother really would have been proud," she tells Daniel. "I'm not so sure about that," Daniel replies. "What did I do? Mode sells Mode, right Dad?" Oh, have a little more champagne and take home an underwear model, Daniel. You'll feel so much better. Wilhelmina jumps in and starts telling a story about the night Bradford threw a party on some yacht to celebrate Dead Brother Alex's new position as editor of Hudson magazine. Apparently, Alex showed up dressed to the nines...but with polka dot boxers where his pants should have been. The pictures got in almost every publication in the country, and circulation went up 38%. "That is an editor," Bradford says. Daniel dryly comments that he wishes someone had told him: "I would have gladly dropped my pants for you." He storms off. That's a weird thing to say to your dad. Also, I find it hard to believe that Daniel doesn't remember the time his brother ended up in every publication in the country in his underwear. Maybe he was in a coma at the time; this is a soap opera. Wilhelmina apologizes to Bradford for even bringing it up: "This is Daniel's party, but Alex is a tough act to follow."