Then, in the stagiest bit of crap this show has ever seen, the Jays conference-call Tyra, who is in her pajamas, in her "bed," in her "bedroom," with a laptop, looking at the photos. On the block are Kelle, Magdalena, Leah, and Ann. Tyra says, "All right, you guys, I guess we've made a decision!" signs off the call, and then crawls under her covers and turns off her lamp. Show? Please stop doing this.
The next day. Jay tells the girls that most of them were mediocre, a handful were good, and a handful sucked. One of them is going to have to pack her bags, because she's going back to Worcester. Yes, my friends, Magdalena is the first to be sent home. But now she has sponge baths and bedpans to look forward to, so why would she be sad? She says that she's proud of herself, adding, "I'm still gonna go out there, and do me [sic] and do whatever I have to do to make myself happy." Careful, li'l Maggie, or you might end up like Amanda!
After the elimination, the girls pack up and fly back to New York. Tyra has ordered a monstrous SUV limo to take them to their new pad so they are, in Kelle's words, "big pimpin'." And, also, "gas guzzlin'." In the limo, the girls get their first piece of Tyra Mail. WHOOOOOOOOOP! Toccara reads it aloud, which makes me look forward (in a mean way) to the "acting lesson" episode. She reveals that the girls will be living in the Waldorf Astoria. Quite predictably, everyone is excited.
Ann asks Eva (once again calling her "Mama," which is just weird) if she wants to room together, and Eva says "definitely." Ann interviews that she hoped that the group would be "fair" about the room selection (e.g., that she would get her way). Ann then tells the other girls that if there is a "discrepancy" and they want a room that other girls also want, then they will play "paper-scissor-rocks." First of all, Ann, it's paper-rock-scissors, and second, you're an idiot. In an interview, Julie says that no one agreed to Ann's plan. Man. You can just tell that something awesome is about to happen.
Waldorf Astoria! The place is kind of cool and kind of garish. It looks a bit like a cross between a Real World house and the inside of Janice Dickinson's brain. It is also heavily peppered with photos of Tyra. Amanda tells us that the house has many different styles. There is a blurry red room, a blurry gray room, and a blurry orange room. No, actually there is a room with a runway (for practice, of course), and the "Editor's Suite" which contains a "gorgeous collection of worldly travels [sic]." When you're pretty and blind, who cares about being literate? Eva points out the scary lamps that are made up of photos of Tyra. I would not want those eyes staring at me in the dark, is all I'm saying.