Episode Report Card Monty Ashley: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Not Everyone Has To Like You
By Monty Ashley | Season 3 | Episode 18 | Aired on 03.12.2009
We return to the Suarez's house, where Justin is dressing Betty. He's got some sort of corset thing going. Meanwhile, Hilda thinks Elena is putting out too many plates, since Betty won't be dining with them. Ah, but Elena has a plan. Who's that at the door? It's Councilman Archie! Ignacio is delighted to see him; Hilda, not so much. Betty flees.
Marc arrives at Wilhelmina's place with the auction people, but Wili is nowhere to be seen. It turns out that she's lying on her bed, surrounded by furs and jewelry. It looks pretty comfortable, actually. Unless she rolls over on the diamonds.
Back in Queens, Hilda complains about being set up like this. Justin gives her wine.
The Hartley Party has begun! Betty gets some white wine and she and Matt mingle. Victoria gives Betty a plastic smile and moves on, calling "Edith! I love your new labradoodle!" Heh. Matt points out a judge who he claims has an S&M dungeon in his basement. As Betty turns, her mushroom cap flies off its stick. The canapé has stuck to Victoria's new painting, which is going to the Louvre! Oh no! They'll have to wipe the painting off! Victoria is furious and demands to know who did it, and Betty is about to confess. But Matt claims he did it, and Victoria laughs it off with a boys-will-be-boys attitude. Then when everyone goes to the next room, Victoria glares at Betty as she suggests that Betty must be bringing out Matt's playful side. It is clear that Victoria does not approve of Matt's playful side.
Marc is stroking Wili's furs, inside which Wilhelmina is reclining on her bed. That's not a very good sentence, is it? Well, you get the idea. Bed, furs, Marc, Wili. The point of the scene is that Wili is freaking out about selling all her lovely things. She cries out to the heavens, and Marc clearly takes a picture of her in despair (and furs) with his cellphone. Then he denies it, although she was looking right at him when he did it. Marc assures her that he doesn't want to live without her luxuries. Wili gets more dramatic: "Each fur tells a story. Each piece of jewelry is a piece of me. It reminds me that I've achieved something. Because dammit, I have. I came from nothing, and I've accomplished something!" Marc: "...but your father was a senator." Wili: Shut up!" The doorbell rings, because those auction guys aren't going to stand in the hallway forever.
Wilhelmina throws her furs at Marc, shouting, "Take it. Take all of this! Do with it what you want, I don't care anymore! Just bring me the money!" She drops the fur she's wearing and stands atop the bed, looking terrific in a teddy or corset or something. No time for Google, Dr. Jones! I'll tell you this: she looks awesome, and I mean that in the actual sense of the word. Wili: "Starting now, mama is downsizing!" Marc: "Not where it counts, baby!" That scene was a great deal of fun.