Meanwhile, Marjorie is wandering around Amsterdam. It would be helpful if she had a red striped hat and shirt so we could spot her more easily amidst a crowd of people or parked bikes or circus performers. As it is, Marjorie's drab ensemble has her blending in with the canal water. She tells us that she's very confused, and it's hard for her to understand the directions of how to get around such a complicated city. Sam is lost, too. She tells us that the street names in Amsterdam are totally unpronounceable. And before you dismiss her as completely xenophobic, take a gander at saying "Oudekennissteeg Centrum" three times fast. That's a lot of letters. Sam has collapsed all Dutch streets into one mythical place called "Paagenlaagensmaagensmaagaberg." I think that's where Rumpelstiltskin lives. Speaking of spinning straw into gold, Analeigh is lost as well and backs up Sam's contention that there are some crazy street names. Marjorie tries to ask pedestrians for help and they look at her like she's crazy and/or are utterly unhelpful.
Analeigh finally makes it to designer Hans Ubbink. He says that he's looking for personality above all. He wants her to be herself as much as possible but still give him a model feel. Analeigh confessionalizes that she really wants this challenge win, because it will prove that international designers are looking at her through the eyes of love and that she can get hired. Hans really likes her. Meanwhile, Elina sees designer Mart Visser who, you can tell by the scarf looped around his neck, is one bitchy queen. As Elina changes into one of Mart's designs, he feels her and notes that she's hot. She says that she was rushing to get there and he simply says, "Never run." He then tells us that he has a problem with someone coming in with a sweaty back, because that means mortal sweat will touch his expensive clothes, and that is unacceptable. After one walk Mart tells Elina that he's seen enough. He interviews that Elina's walk was okay and her looks were okay but he wouldn't book her as a model because she's playing a model but isn't a model. Whereas Mart isn't merely playing an asshole, he is an asshole.
McKey, Elina, Sam and Analeigh make their way to their second go-sees, while Marjorie continues to wander aimlessly with nary a go-see under her belt. She's totally frazzled at not finding her first designers, and heads back to her boat. Her driver starts to steer her to her second location, and Marjorie fears that she's not going to make it to see even one designer. And in her home continent, too! It is the cruel sort of irony that only a European citizen could truly appreciate and feel dour about. As she makes a sadder face than usual, we head to commercials.