Then the girls all give it a try. What follows is your standard "disaster montage": quick cuts of one girl after another, all of them walking like little girls and not at all like models. One girl loses her glasses on the "whip and walk." The next girl takes a header off the end of the runway. The last little girl who comes a-walking is a scrawny little blonde thing with unusual face that's sort of part alien, part defeated car salesman -- basically, the kind of odd face that actually ends up being a model, versus only someone pedestrian-pretty like, say, Gabby. Gabby stops the music and asks the girl, "Where's your confidence? Where's your pride?" Girl: "Come on. What do I have to be proud of?" This obvious plea for an "aww" finally manages to melt Gabby's frozen tundra of a heart, and she launches into a big rah-rah about how, without the makeup and the clothes, models aren't really all " that special"; what sets them apart from the rest of us is their "attitude": "You have to believe in yourself, and, if not, pretend to believe in yourself!" Gabby gets up behind the blonde alien and whispers in her ear, telling her to imagine the flashbulbs and the jealous people "all thinking the same thing: Isobel Horowitz is smoking hot!" Throughout the speech, Isobel's face goes from child-actor despondent to child-actor thrilled (only on her it looks more like she's contemplating a killing spree). Gabby gives Vern the nod, and the music jams back into life. Isobel takes the runway, and Isobel is fierce. The girls all give her a standing O, and Gabby smiles and claps and experiences unselfish kindness for the first time ever. Isobel screams, "I was walking!" and gives Gabby a high-five. Gabby points at the next kid: "Get on up there and make me hate your beauty."
Edie is taking Gloria, Bree, and Orson on a tour of a "diamond in the rough": a small house in a tough neighborhood. Edie's professional realtor outfit consists of tight white low-rider jeans and a tight white off the shoulder top. As they walk inside, the mournful song of a car alarm trills. Edie remarks that the seller is "highly motivated." Bree: "Oh look, a highly motivated cockroach." Bree is also not impressed by the view, which includes a bail bondsman and an adult bookstore. Edie: "What do you expect in your price range -- Tara?" ["Shout-out! ...Fine, not really." -- Wing Chun] But Gloria, much like the cockroach, is also highly motivated: "I'm not an impractical woman. I know that my son's resources, like his achievements, are rather limited." Orson nods the nod of someone who's received a lifetime of motherly snubs. Gloria asks for a tour of the rest of the house. Edie takes Gloria into the kitchen, where the lighting is, as she describes it, "harsh," due to the fact that the previous owners were involved in "some sort of home-based medical business." While they're gone, a scandalized Bree says to Orson, "You cannot let your mother move into this neighborhood. It's full of junkies and whores." Orson: "And we'll owe them all an apology." Bree frets that if Gloria moves in here, she'll avail herself of the "twenty-four-hour liquor store" that's just across the street. Orson thinks Bree should worry less about Gloria and more about their relationship: they've been arguing non-stop since Gloria arrived. Their bickering is cut short by the sound of Gloria taking a spill in the kitchen. Bree and Orson race in there, and Gloria's already up and claiming to be fine, but Bree takes this as proof of the kind of danger that Gloria will be in living there; she insists that Gloria stay with the family.