Ann answers a knock on the door, and two men and a woman appear. The first introduces herself as "Rebecca Weinberg. I'm a stylist. An Emmy Award-winning stylist." First of all, she is dressed like a refugee from an '80s video set in a hospital ("She Blinded Me With Science," maybe? But less hot). Second of all, she has an ugly blonde streak in the front of her hair that is pulled up into a little greasy pouf and makes her completely reminiscent of a highlighted Ed Grimley. And third of all, it is so not cool to introduce yourself and tout your accolades. That would be like me saying, "Hi, I'm Potes. I'm a recapper. A recapper with a love thread" and expecting people to be impressed. You can tell right off that she's such a loser. The two guys are Paul Wilmot and Hampton Carney, publicists. And I wish Kelle were still around just so we could see her doodling "Mrs. Hampton Carney" on the back of her notebook. The publicists are wearing blazers and ties with jeans. Oooh, you crazy hipsters! Paul says that they are there to give the girls a tutorial about image and give them some tips on how to present themselves at events. Because the red carpet looms so large in their collective futures. They will also have one-on-ones with Rebecca, who will help them go through their closets and give them advice on creating their own personal "looks." For some reason, I'm picturing a lot of "neon green and culottes are so cool!" There is a shot of Rebecca at this time, and she has pulled the v-neck of her shirt (itself a cast off from the J. Geils "Freeze Frame" video) to reveal a calligraphied "R" tattooed on her shoulder. I can think of but one example of a person who can rock the "first initial" look, and that is the award-winning bottlecapper Miss Laverne Defazio. And you, Rebecca Weinberg, are no Laverne Defazio.