I would, however, love it if you would all come over so I could sing you the closing (and only) musical number of the show, which all of the kids sang from where we stood at the front of the classroom. Without accompaniment. Entitled "Flowers Won't Grow." Here's how it went:

Flowers won't grow
If we throw
Stuff on the ground
And junk all around
The flowers won't grow
The flowers won't grow
Birds go away
If we stay
And throw stuff on the ground
And junk all around
The birds go away
The birds go away

Mrs. Karpen? Wherever you are? I'll bet you two bits you wrote that song yourself. And I will collect on the money. Unless of course you are dead.

A second person is added to the montage-y mix. Shannon runs into an exercise that finds Adrianne brandishing a stool at her, which I'm afraid I don't think is called "acting." Ebony screams at Kesse, "You're not using the Colgate strips that I got for you, honey." I...never mind. Elyse deadpans a brilliant, "Sit down Giselle," as Giselle stands on her chair and informs the room, "I'm seein' mice." Also, not acting. I've been in that theater. They climbed out of Matt Stone's hair, and there they have made their home.

Possibly the only establishing shot of a subway ever used on this show, ever, cuts to a shot of the Soho neighborhood where the second-season loft was located, and then shoots us up to the exterior of the Not!otel. I'm dizzy and my Metrocard is totally out of money, y'all. Tyra explains in a confessional, "For models first starting out, living space is at a premium. So with three girls already gone, I had the girls from the Miami room into the Tokyo room to keep it real." To keep it real? Just say "to shake shit up." It's reality television. We know that's what's going on, and that's why we like it. It's fine. But if you say "keep it real" and then keep these "models first starting out" on the penthouse floor of a luxury hotel in the middle of midtown Manhattan, I'm missing the reality of this reality. Here. Let me tweak it for you: "For models first starting out, living space is at a premium. So with three girls already gone, I had the Miami room filled with a family of aggressive hobos who are totally dirty with scabies."