Blorph misses every dagger being eyeballed his way and blathers and bubbles on and on about this fat lumpy toad that he also throws in is OLD. When Tim asks how old Blorph admits she’s almost 40. So, like 36, probably. Tim scoffs at that and throws out that this is the time of her life where she is coming into her own. He is not mean or scornful to Blorpheus, but reminds him the challenge is to transform this person and how they think of themselves. Marry me you classy, proper, wonderful bastard! I will share Marcellus and look the other way when you sneak off to see Andre at Red Lobster!
“MrsMia, that sounds awesome! Buy a hot tub, I will pack my things!”
Skunk continues his baffling positive PR campaign and laughs off an Elena backhanded compliment and I’m wondering if someone roofied him? The models come in and the designers fuss over their new haircuts and are by and large impressed with the confidence coming from these ladies. Sonjia’s girl especially cleans up beautifully as I suspected. And there is something sweet about Unibrow bringing out the feminine side of his Asian tomboy.
Elena has pleased her client as well and Dmitry deadpans that Elena being nice to someone is “about time”. Come make us a foursome Dmitry! Tim will love it!
“Me? In a hot tub?”
Blorpheus rings a sour note, as usual, criticizing Dread’s outfit, which I think looks good so far. Who asked you Oh Bloated One? Oh, probably a producer that knew you’d say something stupid!
Skunk is chatting up a storm with his model and telling her full figured is beautiful and basically making her feel wonderful. That little worm is wriggling his way into my heart this episode!
Back to the black hole of despair and sour grapes. Although it smells just like flop sweat. Blorpheus has found no sympathy yet for his plight and decides to be rude to the client’s face instead. He talks about black and slimming and code words for fatass and then offers for her to try a belt on from the accessories wall. They might have spliced the footage but it looks like Christopher advises him to abort from across the room. Then we see the exact moment his client accepts that this is going to be humiliating and she will end up face deep in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s that night.
Not like a fashion designer would realize what a belt size is
“Hey, I care enough about people’s feelings to try to stop you, you fat sack of wet cement!”
Fat, smug one-trick pony: 1, Self-esteem: 0
Then again, she seems like a tough broad so she is probably just imagining her kickboxing class and Blorph’s face on the speedbag. Well, at least a jowel.
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