The three ladies walk in the snow on their way from filler to filler, Adrianne throwing a snowball at Elyse's back and then running and picking her up because she's a tomboy! She doesn't understand the ways of gentlewomen and their demure selves! And she really, really wants you to know it! Back at the house, they lie around doing nothing again, Elyse asking, "What are you we doing?" and Adrianne answering, "We're having our talk with Shannon." Shannon? When a man and a woman love each other very much. Or, as Elyse puts it, "Shannon, when a man and a woman love each other very much." Hee. I pretended Elyse and I had a total mind meld, but really, I've seen this scene eight times already. "The more I get to know Shannon, the more I like her," Elyse says, hating Robin by elimination. Adrianne agrees, adding, "My evil influence has brought out the worst in Shannon." Back in the bedroom in her it's-Lisa- and-she-looks- like-Blossom hat, Shannon piles on top Adrianne on her bed because she heard Adrianne's favorite book is the Bible.

More free time, but this time on the streets of New York City instead of Paris. Shopping? A visit to Jim Morrison's favorite Korean bodega? Let the fights ensue! But no fights shall, because Adrianne, Elyse, and Shannon looooooooove each other in ways you'll never understand. Instead, they stroll around looking at stores in Chinatown, Shannon once again telling us, "These two girls make me feel right at home." Alongside Asian trinket dealers peddling foam fingers of the Twin Towers and shady street vendors in plain view of police officers selling pirated DVDs of Pootie Tang, how could she not feel right at home? Forget it, Shannon. It's Chinatown.

Tyra Mail! Tyra Mail! Adrianne wears the Groucho Marx glasses now, which I'm starting to think are kind of like the conch from Lord of the Flies, where you can only talk if you're wearing them. Shut up, Piggy. Adrianne reads it aloud: "You have the fashion show casting tonight at 8:00 PM. Have your hair and makeup done, be dressed and in heels by 7:30 PM." A quick cut later and it's nighttime in a long hallway at the Baby Phat offices, Tyra explaining to them, "You're gonna have to take your personal style and incorporate what Kimora calls the stomp." I understand those words, just not in that order. Let Tyra figure it out for us. She takes off down the hallway toward the camera doing her signature walk, but adding some serious hip-shakin' moxie. She reaches the end of the hallway and strikes a pose she brilliantly describes as, "Pow! What? So? And?" STOP YELLING AT ME!