Daniel tells them it wasn't Betty's fault and the two of them go into the whole skywriting story which "gets more ridiculous by the minute," Suzuki says. PR training should not be out of the question for the execs at this company; Connor should really make that a budget item for next year.
Later, Daniel tells Wilhelmina he has to tell the truth but she tells him to shut the hell up because it's the highest selling issue of Mode in history. It's been on the newsstand for less than 24 hours, right? Daniel's conflicted...Betty's blamed but the numbers rule. Willie says it will all blow over soon and, "Taking the fall is what the little people are for." Cold, even for her.
Betty is stress eating at Casa Suarez, all pissed that she worked really hard and got her ass handed to her for it. Raise your hands if you've been there or are there right now. It's as fun as a razorblade slide, isn't it? Hilda tells her getting denied for her permit is the same thing. Yes, a massive PR blunder versus your unprofessional ass not getting a license to groom cats. Same thing all around. At least Justin isn't wearing a t-shirt of his mother's troubles.
Think the profits from the shirt are going to the victims?
Yeah, me neither.
Hilda and Betty head down to the councilman's office to yell at him/try to get a permit (because I'm so sure he's in charge of them) and/or start a fistfight. The council remembers Hilda and asks her how the permit worked out. "Oh, you didn't hear?" Yes, Hilda, it's ALL he can think about. She's all pissy with him because he controls the universe. She says she's one of his constituents and wants to know what he is going to do about it, but if I remember correctly Hilda chose Beautilities over voting, so I'm thinking she can suck it.
Karate Kid doesn't even sound like himself when he destroys Hilda's dreams. Betty asks him to really help out since this half-assed business plan is the only thing Hilda has going for her. Well, that and the Fulbright Scholarship. She guilts him too. Nice neighborhood to represent.
Well PERMIT me to tell everyone in the neighborhood
you are THIS big. There's your permit, bizzitch!
Back at Mode, Marc drags Betty into the copier room and tells her powerful forces are against her. Yes, her eyebrows are extra bushy this week! He keeps talking cryptically and she's not in the mood, so Marc tells her if she wants to know what happened with the issue going out, she should probably talk to Dock guy. Marc should probably consider a dermatologist because he is looking very Merman in that v-neck.
No excuse me while I go live in Tom Hanks' bathtub.
Down at the dock, Betty confronts Dock guy who calls her a "gnat with glasses." She says she's not leaving until she gets some answers, and Dock guy agrees that she's getting a raw deal. He tells her that Daniel called him and told him to ship it. Why is she shocked?
Listen, don't tell no one, but I got cases of Pall Mall
in da back if you want a carton or two.
Betty is waiting for Daniel in his office and when he comes in, she simply says, "You lied to my face, Daniel." That's usually how he does it, so I'm not sure where the confusion comes from. He tells her she wasn't supposed to get blamed for this which doesn't help when Kansas is after her ass. But he never told the truth and she's upset about that. He gives her the song and dance about how the company needs money and that he only agreed to this whole thing to save jobs. "And ruin my reputation," Betty points out. Was there any left after the last on-air debacle with Suzuki and those sinister eyelashes?
He tells her it will blow over. You know what WON'T blow over? Those God-foresaken teal knickers/genie pants she's wearing! That's the real tragedy! That's where she's losing her reputation, her horrible, horrible, frenetic funhouse wardrobe! OH THE HUMANITY, I can't even watch the rest of this scene because I've got to run to the nearest waste basket and hurl. How, how, how on earth can she even think she'll be taken seriously in that outfit? Maybe when they call you tornado girl it's because it looks like that's how you got dressed today and not because of the cover.
First I'm going to grant you three wishes, then I'm going to Pamplona to kill a bull!
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