Episode Report Card Potes: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Icing On The Cake
By Potes | Season 1 | Episode 17 | Aired on 03.14.2007
Back at Mode, Wili gleefully watches the story unfold in the company of Marc and Christina. The reporter says that Bradford is expected to be released in the next twenty-four hours, and that all murder charges will be dropped. Wili says that Alexis isn't going to like that, and compliments both Marc and Christina on their good work. Christina, as at the end of every recent episode, looks really guilty.
It is the next day. Another Oswald Lorenzo package is delivered to Amanda. Amanda tells the delivery lackey thanks but no thanks, because she has rubber burns all over her ass and it took two sticks of butter to get the top off. The delivery man says that fashion is pain. Amanda says that the dress didn't even look good, and he says of course it didn't, because she didn't have the accompanying hat. Amanda is charmed once again and puts on a hideous hat of doom. The delivery guy leaves and, as soon as he's out of Amanda's eyesight, meets up with the skank ho from the party. Turns out Amanda was punk'd! Well done, skank ho.
Henry approaches Betty, who is making copies. He notes that she left last night and that he -- or, rather, he and Charlie -- didn't get a chance to talk to her much. He asks if Betty can go to lunch with him and Charlie today. Betty says she can't. He asks about the next day, and Betty says that she can't. She comes clean and says that she can't spend time with Henry and his girlfriend, because it's not good for her. Henry says okay, and adds that he thought they could all be friends. Betty says that she just can't do that right now. Henry asks, "What does that make us?" Betty replies that they are two people who work in the same building. This makes Henry totally sad. He says okay, and then finally remembers to give her the giant slice of cake that he saved her from the party. Better than a carrot, I guess. As "Do Right Woman" starts to play, Betty slides the cake into the trash. Her phone rings, and she jumps right back into work. As Aretha Franklin herself might have said circa 1999...you go, girl!