Testimonials

No, he just wants a haircut and now Hilda won't give him one. Way to get a councilman on your side, you know, in case you need something like I don't know, A BUSINESS LICENSE? She tosses him out after finishing only half his hair. Sweet. He gives her a business card and tells her to temporarily shut down until she gets a license. What he doesn't know is that unlike the past several months, Hilda actually does have business - booked for 6 weeks straight. How can she close down now? It sucks when the man, or in this case, hombre, holds you down. That, and all the legalities of owning a business in the first place. They'll be sleeping together soon, don't worry.

Here's my card when you realize you'll have to screw me to get that business license, chica!

Adriana says, "Hello, I'm waiting for my beautiful berries!" Yes, we heard you the first one thousand times, shut your tico hole please!

They are trying to stall and Wilhelmina says, "You know what they say about models but this one is a smart one." Everyone take a moment to enjoy that one, I know I did, much to the chagrin of my dogs who were sound asleep when I let out that guffaw. Smart models indeed! Then they flash over to her finishing a Rubik's cube and asking for the Sunday Times crossword. The jig is up.

Does anyone have a quarter? I need to call MY ASS on this one.

Betty goes over to Adrianna and asks her about the fruit basket at her hotel. There were tico berries at the shoot but now they don't due to "an incident." I hope I do something that makes someone call me "an incident" some day, you know, besides my mother. So notoriously glam! Betty tells her they aren't that easy to come by because, after all, New York isn't po-dunk Todos os Santos Bay for Christ's sake.

I just got goosed by a tico berry! Tico is life!

Adriana is intrigued that Betty knew that bay, but something tells me it's listed on Adriana's bio and the numerous websites basement-dwelling virgins have dedicated towards her. Betty tells her it's just some of the research she did. "Kimmie told me she did all the work," Adriana says. But she's a smart one, so she realizes that Kimmie, "Is that type of girl." Luckily, she didn't eat all of the tico berries, she was rationing them out.

Showing a picture of the tico berry, it looks like a little scoop of strawberry sorbet in a sea anemone. Super yum. The shoot goes off without a hitch, you know, except for not having tico berries at the tico shoot. Even the necklace doesn't look too hideous.

Suck on this, Kimmie!

Daniel is looking through the pictures and apologizes to Betty for not seeing that Kimmie was a bad seed. He gives her a present to celebrate but before she can open it, look who shows up but the Sizzling Hot Connor Owens. Betty nudges Daniel to introduce her and she's all excited and school-girlish saying she knows who he is and he's famous in publishing and he has a firm handshake with hands like tennis rackets with fingers (wtf?) and ohmygod no wonder Betty doesn't get promoted!

Daniel shoos Betty away and has a private talk with Connor about the offer. In Daniel's office they do the I'm-not-gay "knuckles to that" move and talk about how they smoothly put one over on Wilhelmina. WHAT?!?!?! How did I not see that coming? Wow, seriously, that was ring-dropping-on-the-Sixth-Sense-floor sucker punch to my usually uncanny ability to see bullshit coming my way. I really need to step it up. Damn.

You don't mind if I experiment a little with Willie now that I'm part of the team, do you?

Back at Betty's apartment hallway, she bumps into Jesse and tells him it was a great day because he told her to go for it. She holds up her business card holder and inside are her new business cards - WITH NO TITLE. Two years she's been working there and still no title? Because I'm thinking even HR has a title for her, like, oh, I don't know, "Assistant to the Editor," or now, "Assistant to the Co-Editor," or "Assistant II," or something like that. And did anyone else notice her box of cards was much smaller than Kimmie's? Damn. Sort of a left-handed compliment, huh? But Betty's too excited about the cards to notice. Must be the printer ink making her high.

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