"Don't put your scary boyfriend here!" Mercedes tells Shandi as they settle into their rooms. And, it's true that the photo of him really does make it look like the future top model fell in love with the present top mime, in a heartwarming tale about the mismatched love a model and a mime feel for each other entitled -- oh, I don't know -- Silent Beauty? Anyone got a check for me yet? I'm pitching the hell out of this stuff, here.

Meanwhile, a this-time energized Yoanna and a this-time completely blasé Camille enjoy some more Kirk Cameron/Dudley Moore body-switcheroo highjinks, which this time finds Yoanna excitedly exclaiming, "Who ever thought Ebony and Ivory would be sharing a room together!" Sorry, but your sitcom pitch is too contrived, even if you have a built-in number of possibilities for the show's top contender for theme song. In which we all know. That people are the same wherever you go. There is good. And bad. In everyone. ["Except Camille." -- Wing Chun]

Please know that on any other day that self-inflicted cue would be followed by a full-throated rendition of the next nine verses and every refrain. Y'all better just be relieved the karaoke machine in my apartment isn't loud enough for you to hear. And that the Stevie Wonder impersonator hasn't shown up. Because I always get to be Paul, because he gets to go, "Eh-eh-boh-NEE! I-i-voh-reeee" on the fadeout. Anyway, Yoanna shares that she and Camille are getting along much better now, noting, "I want to keep peace," and Camille, from the safety of a confessional that looks like a confessional booth woke Camille up at 4 AM, all, "I can't sleep...are you asleep? Hey, Camille? Pssssst? You asleep? Sigh," Camille, decked out in pajamas and her diva eye mask, slurs, "The best way to seek revenge on someone is kill them with kindness. So that's what I'm doing. I'm killing Yoanna with kindness." Camille. Still deadlier than lupus.