Episode Report Card Jessica: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Fake Plastic Snow
By Jessica | Season 1 | Episode 10 | Aired on 11.29.2006
Amanda is decorating the office when Betty comes up and tries to give her some more ornaments. Amanda ignores her, so Betty tosses one -- still in the box -- right at her. Amanda turns, horrified, and reaches up to fix her curls...and there's the ring, shiny and huge on her finger. "I can explain," she tells the horrified Betty.
After the ads, Betty begs Amanda to tell her that she met some rich hot stockbroker and they're engaged and running off to Paris together. "Ooh," says Amanda. "Amanda!" Betty yelps. "What, like that's so impossible?" asks Amanda. Betty knows it's one of Daniel's rings: "Take it off! We have to put it back before he notices! You know those things must be worth like HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS." Hee. Amanda admits that she kind of can't. It's sort of, you know, stuck. Betty gasps. "I know what you you're thinking, but I don't have FEELINGS for Daniel anymore," Amanda swears. Hilariously, she does air quotes around "feelings," but only with one hand, since Betty is frantically tugging on the other. Betty thinks Amanda is in Daniel Denial, but Amanda protests that she really isn't. She knows Daniel is ready to commit, and not to her. Betty tugs on the ring so hard that she actually falls over onto her back, one of her feet landing on a nearby stool. Amanda doesn't help her up, but just brushes her foot off the stool and takes a seat: "You can't deny your feelings, Betty, and I don't feel anything for Daniel. Not anymore." She swears she's going to get the ring back where it belongs, and sweeps out. "THANKS!" Betty yells from the floor.
Later, Marc gets in the elevator. An extremely shifty-looking mobster-type guy comes in after him. He totally looks like a hit man. "Hey, you don't know Marc St. James, do you?" Hitman asks, getting reeaaaal close to Marc. "I HATE THAT GUY," Marc says. After a tense beat, the elevator plops them out at the party. As soon as Hitman leaves, Marc makes two faces: a shocked "OH MY GOD," followed by a tearful "I'M GOING TO DIE." Michael Urie is so divine.
The party is in full swing. Behind her desk, Amanda is dancing her little ass off, tugging on the ring, like that's the newest dance step. Marc comes up to her. "Are you...packing heat?" he asks. "ALWAYS," she purrs. Marc rolls his eyes. "Amanda, I'm not FLIRTING with you," he retorts, and wonders if anyone there has a gun. "Look around," says Amanda. "We're a bunch of unstable, hungry, backstabbing bitches. Do you really think anyone would sell us guns? Relax! Have a drink." Marc, angrily -- and correctly -- notes that it's easy for her to say: "YOUR BOSS DOESN'T WANT YOU DEAD!" He storms off. As soon as he's gone, Amanda wrenches her hand out of the ice bucket she'd hidden it in and scream-moans in pain. She then puts her gloves back on and gets back to dancing.