"He says he's my son," Daniel says. Betty gets the pooper scooper XXL from a couple of weeks ago to clean up yet another one of Daniel's messes. "His mother was a model I slept with years ago." That is not going to narrow it down, Daniel. "Do you know how many times this happened to my father?" Wow, he really would be proud of you now, son. Then Daniel begins to think that Wilhelmina is just messing with his head. No, Daniel, that's still all you, my friend. He should really consider wearing a heavily padded helmet during the day.
Over to Wilhelmina..."So what you're saying is I researched every woman you slept with, found out which one had an illegitimate child, waited for the woman to die, and arranged for the child to come on a class trip from Europe just to upset you?" Actually, that does sound like something she would do.
Daniel says, "I'm still Editor-in-Chief of this magazine. You have no moves in this chess game."
Wilhelmina responds, "Daniel, I play chess. You're playing checkers." More like Connect-4, and you don't know where the bar is to get them out of the slot.
Oh France, how do I thank you for this bastard?
Willie can't believe her luck with Daniel freaking out on his own. She says God must truly love them to have dropped little Frenchy into their laps. "Viva la France!" Marc quips. Well, it's not like the French haven't seen a dictator like Willie march across their lands before.
Once again the New York City medical community surprises me with its ability for same-day service. Daniel is getting blood drawn for a paternity test only hours after faux son shows up. I must get info on that state's HMO. Frenchy is talking to Daniel who brilliantly points out, "Yeah, I still don't speak French." He doesn't speak genius either. Daniel will get the results in a couple of weeks, but for now he's outta here!
"What about Daniel Junior?" Betty asks. Daniel has called the school and they are going to pick him up, and he's got three models waiting for him at Lotus. Or in the lotus position. Either way, he's acting like any dad would, taking off for a 4-way with yoga-loving models. Daniel still thinks it's a scam and that the kid is not his son. Frenchy Daniel grabs his backpack and takes off. So, he understands English, he just can't speak it. Just like Dr. Phil. Au revoir, petit Frenchy!
And here comes Marc in a beret and Mlle Wilhelmina speaking French to petit Frenchy. She says she's sorry his father left him alone, would he like to have dinner with them? I bet he thinks she's Eartha Kitt. He accepts the dinner invitations from complete strangers. "Bon!" Marc and Willie say together.
To Catch a Predator, French Edition takes a nasty turn
Casa Suarez, where Hilda doesn't even do the dishes...Papi does. He and Justin are telling Hilda to take it slow with Coach. People, he's a Coach. Of course he's slow. Then Justin says the Coach doesn't sweat and they call him Lizard Man. Betty enters the kitchen and they ask her opinion, and she blurts out she's going to Rome with Gio. Papi must be so happy with hos for daughters.
"Betty, how are you going to afford this?" Papi asks, like most fathers would.
"I've been saving," she says. She must have forgotten about using up her savings for that first class seat for empanadas a couple of weeks ago. "And we're going to do things on the cheap." Just don't get your condoms from the Vatican while you're there. They may give them out for free, but they have tons of holes in them!
"Are you going to share the same bed?" Oh Papi, leave it to you to go there. Well, are you, Betty?
"Ay, Papi, she's 24, it's not like she's a virgin!" Thanks for the update, Hilda. Poor Papi, no wonder he's been coloring his hair. I'm surprised he has any left. He goes off in Spanish and gets the double-rolled eyes from Hilda and Betty when the doorbell rings...it's for Betty. Hope it's not any more drama.
Holy Shiite Muslim, it's Henry! "What are you doing here?" Betty asks, while visions of Rome start to fade away like Eurydice's image back to Hades (Crabby plays chess too, people).
Getting on his knees and pulling out a box with what I'm guessing is a pretty good sized rock judging how it looks on my non-HD TV, says, "Betty will you marry me?" Maybe she can go to Rome on her honeymoon instead?
The day she's been dreaming of all of her life. Crap.
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Comments (3)
I agree...I think she went somewhere, maybe Rome, by herself to think. Remember 90210 when Dylan wanted to take Kelly on a trip around the world and Brandon proposed and she chose herself? I think it's exactly like that... And I agree also that there will probably be some type of new magazine for Daniel where Betty will work...not sure how it will all tie together, but that's what I think!
1 of 3 | Posted by LNNC92 | Posted on June 2, 2008 9:51 AM
Nice recap. I think most non-entitled people are going to have sympathy for Willie (who deserves/earned the job) over Daniel (who inherited and feels entitled to it). His sibling is a creep.
Betty's obviously going somewhere - but probably not with Gio or Henry. (The show couldn't stand her moving to Arizona, or leaving Meade publications, for that matter.)
Daniel could be the poster child for why many "regular" people resent spoiled, entitled children of the rich. Sort of a male version of Paris Hilton.
2 of 3 | Posted by fire@will | Posted on June 2, 2008 9:56 AM
useful recap thanks, but whats with the crappy religious jokes,,,"shiiite muslim"?? thats rude.
3 of 3 | Posted by ibbywee | Posted on September 24, 2008 4:39 AM