Christina takes the baby from Willie and the photographer asks if Christina was the egg donor as well as Willie's surrogate. Oops! Willie tells him no, but he remarks that the baby looks awful. I'm sorry, he says the baby looks an awful lot like Christina. Which I guess is awful - she can be a real mess sometimes.
Willie reminds the photographer that the baby's father is white, but "he'll brown up eventually." Just like the chicken I cooked last night. The photographer says that his job is to see things, including faces (what a tool), and "that child really looks like that woman." Now Willie's mind is churning and she'll have butter in no time.
Suddenly we're treated to the best dating video of someone I've ever seen: Cal Hartley. Although I guess it's less of a video dating project and more of an arrogant jerk project. It shows him climbing Mt. Everest, flying in space, brokering peace in the Middle East, inventing a new artificial hip (because the current ones are made of soy?), and winning his 3rd Indianapolis 500. Oh Richard Branson is so going to bitch-slap this guy.
I smell ass, or at least AN ass.
"Yep, that's dad," Matt says. And speaking of slapping someone, he's really starting to irritate me with this whole trying-to-be-under-the-radar-rich-but-now-sort-of-flaunting-it-in-a-very-passive-aggressive-way. And if there is one thing recappers know, it's passive-aggressiveness. Just ask our moms.
Hilda, in Keepin' it Klassy mode, says that she hears they have a real "Fab-burge" egg hidden somewhere. Jesus, what did you get on your GED, beer? Justin corrects her and she tells him that the "e" is silent. So are all the synapses in her head.
Betty's concerned because she didn't hit it off with Mrs. Hartley, she was hoping for something less stressful when meeting his dad, like having him over to dinner where Papi cooks. How is that less stressful? "Meeting my father is a really big deal. My father turns down invitations to the White House," Matt says in a way that makes me want to smash his face in with something medieval. My dad turns down his covers every night, you don't see me bragging about that, do ya, jerk? I liked it so much better when you forgot your wallet and wore elbow patches on what I thought was an old sports coat.
The next day at work, Betty is reading up on Cal Hartley because what else is there to do when your company is crashing and burning? Turns out Cal likes to rescue struggling companies, especially newspaper and magazine publishing. Hmmm. Well, last time I thought Victoria Hartley would buy into Meade Publications - guess I just missed it by one parent.
Daniel is all over this like Daniel on a honey, and Betty says she'll ask Matt if he can help them set up a meeting. "Matt would be more than happy to set up a meeting with his dad," she says. Seems like if that were the case, Matt would have mentioned that when his LUVAH Betty began working for a bankrupt magazine, but whatever.
I can totally do it! I'm That Girl! in ugly form.
Leaving the building, Matt says, "I can't do it." Can't or won't, jerk? "Everybody wants to talk to my dad. Invitations to the White House, remember?" Yes, but only because you were such an ass when you mentioned it. He flat out tells her "the answer's NO," then he gets in a cab ahead of her. It's like the three faces of Matt here...pick one. Nerd, Sexaholic, Asshole. Even Sybil would be like, take a chill pill and pick one personality, dude.
Daniel walks out behind them and gives Betty the thumbs up. Not having opposable thumbs, Betty just shrugs and smiles. Rut-roh.
Back at Case Suarez, Betty is lamenting her situation. Justin tells her she has no idea how much pressure rich people are under, and he knows because he's been watching Dynasty on the Soap channel. Papi suggests she just tell Daniel the truth. Oh, yeah, good one Papi. We like to call truth-telling Plan B.
Next time, hit harder.
Over at Willie's, they are looking through pictures of a very white baby. So white, it's just a matter of time before he's Heiling Hitler. Willie points out the picture and says the baby really has the Slater chin. Marc reminds her that she hasn't had a Slater chin since 1981. Was Marc even born then? Willie says he must look like Bradford. Haven't you seen Bradford? You should be able to tell.
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Comments (1)
Nice recap! Just a nerd accounting note: When companies don't have enough money to cover all their debts, they can file Chapter 11. In Mode's case, where there is no money (Daniel and Willi are using their own cash), they would have to file Chapter 7, which is basically liquidating the company and closing the doors. Anyway, back to Ugly Bettyville, where the real world rules don't apply.
1 of 1 | Posted by kczar | Posted on May 10, 2009 6:23 AM