Angelea is first to enter the room, and is terrifically grateful and happy. She is clearly ready to jump through both of her giant hoop earrings to get the panel's approval. Tyra asks Angelea what was happening last season. Angelea says -- and I'm quoting here because it's actually impossible for me to use my comprehension skills to decode it -- "I was messin' with this guy. So I like had that, arrrghh, like that mad attitude, you know what I'm saying?" No, I actually don't. If anyone has any idea what she's talking about, please email me. Angelea goes on to say that the first thing she did when she got home was to find a counselor. Jay points out that Angelea's tacky talons are gone, which indicates a shift in mindset. I mean, at least she probably can't literally scratch someone's eyes out anymore. Angelea knows what she has to do and is doing it. She's been looking at ads for "the Prada" and "the sky high boots with the mini-skirt." She knows her stuff now, and wants to be like model Iris Strubegger, who has campaigns with Valentino and "Ga-vinch-ee." Tyra teaches Angelea how to properly say "Givenchy," which is the modern version of "the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain." Angelea tells us that she's still Buffalo, and still ghetto, but she's classy ghetto. Tyra can see the change in Angelea and thinks that she has modeling potential, or at least the potential to have a complete breakdown once in the house. She's a ringer.
Spoiled brat Hallie is next, and Tyra complements her on her style. Hallie likes the simplicity of Chanel. She is, in fact, wearing one of the ugliest dresses I've ever seen. It's a boob tube with a short puffy tablecloth attached. Furthermore, it looks like it came from the Walmart clearance rack. Fashion! Taste! Tyra points out that Hallie is a rich Tennessee girl. Hallie cops again to being a spoiled brat. She has some Chanel, and her mom takes her to Paris and New York to go shopping sometimes. Hallie is a trust fund baby, thanks to her grandmother. It clearly was a devastating loss, as Hallie says, "She was old, so it was expected." Even Ms. J. can't take that. It's moments like these when you understand why those crazy old rich ladies leave everything to their Maltipoos. Neither Hallie nor her mom have worked a day in their collective lives. Cybill Shepherd is Hallie's godmother, and was the one who encouraged her to model. In case we're still unclear, Hallie reminds us again that she's not one of these poor trifling homeless hos with a set of acrylics and a dream to her name. Got it, thanks.