When we return, it is morning. While five of the girls sleep, Lauren packs and unpacks and moves her luggage around in a very noisy way. Fatima can't take it and wants to tell her to shut up, but is too sick even to yell. Loud music plays, but I'm pretty sure that was added in postproduction. But still -- punk rock luggage throwing! Whitney just says, "Lauren's lovely antics." Lauren thinks she's being hard core, says Whitney, but she's just being rude. It might be noted that she's wearing a studded belt at a very early hour. Whitney thinks that Lauren is just over the competition. Her poor little thumb cast seems to have turned gray from all of the stank.

Tyra Lisa Mail! Fatima misses the whole thing, since she's still sick and sleeping. Dominique reads aloud while wearing a pore-cleansing mask. "Be careful how you roll. You may miss the beauty in Rome. Love, Tyra." Anya exclaims that they're going to be on the river. Whitney interviews, "Oh, Anya. So blonde." Anya explains that she's just thinking about random stuff and rolling. She has a dinner roll where her brain should be, is the problem.

The girls arrive at a piazza where they see some guys rolling around on Segways. I had no idea what a Segway was until just now, but I think it's hilarious that the web site markets them as some sort of an environmental marvel. They may be 11 times more efficient than cars, but they ride you to places where it seems you could just as easily walk. I'm just saying. I guess you do have the added value of looking a lot sillier. The girls meet Claudio Brassini, the assistant designer to Gai Mattiolo. Who is Gai Mattiolo, you might ask? Oh, you will find out soon enough. For now we will just say that he's a very important designer. In Italy, says Claudio, you have to stand out to fit in. Cut to albino Anya. Today Claudio is going to give them a fashion tour of Rome, on Segways. As the girls practice their skills on their new vehicle, Fatima's gets away from her and rolls all over the piazza and Lauren falls on her ass. They should have some sort of warning about operating those things while wearing stilettos.

The girls roll along the streets upon which they could easily walk and see all the big stores. Valentino! Bulgari! Hermes! Gucci! Ferragamo! Vuitton! Claudio points out a typical Italian woman, who is not at ALL planted there. The typical Italian woman wears dyed purple leather with a dyed fur oversized collar. Claudio says that the important thing is not glamour, the important thing is simple. Well, clearly. A random Italian supermodel who is just standing on the street eating an ice cream cone wears a brown suit with a green oversized fur collar. Claudio says there's not too much skin -- just the details. Details = a Boston Market large side dish worth of cleavage. Lauren explains that Italian fashion is sexy but not too revealing -- long skirts, boots, heels. It looks cool, she says, but she doesn't see herself having the style sense to dress like that every day. She likes her black leather jacket just fine, she says.