"The seams aren't finished, the zipper gapes, and... And you finished the hem on the machine." Turns out Jenny lied and said the machine ate her fabric and that's why she had to start over, but Eleanor cuts her dead. "Stop lying to me. I know where you were last night. Laurel caught the interns looking at pictures of you and Agnes, out at some trashy bar." I miss Laurel. Jenny bites her lip and apologizes, digging herself back further and further away, and Eleanor unleashes total honesty: "You want to be a grown-up? And have a real job? You have to accept real responsibility and the consequences for your actions when you don't come through." As though she's talking to herself, but still aiming it square at Jenny's creepy little head, she grumbles she never should have given so much responsibility to a child. And Jenny's head catches on fire and starts spinning around on her neck, shooting sparks every which way, catching a pile of samples on devil-colored fire: "A [motherfucking] child?"

"I'm sorry, but this child seems to be the only one that can design anything that the buyers are remotely interested in." And just like that, the fight is having them. Eleanor wrote herself into this All About Eve shit, and Jenny jumped onboard, but it's just like any other fairytale, as Gossip Girl would say: Forget that you're playing along and you'll get eaten. "This is not about that dress," Jenny spits into Eleanor's shock and rage. "You are using that dress as an excuse because you are scared that if I am in that meeting and meet someone important that they will want to be in business with me and not you." Eleanor points out that whether or not it's true will never enter into this conversation, because that was bullshit on a massive scale, and explains that Jenny is just about fucking fired.

"Oh, you are lucky that I don't just quit!" Jenny screams, full-on hardcore and awesome, because she is fucking right and she knows it, but it's still not something you get to say. Especially not if you're in the wrong, or have provided plausible deniability by running around with Agnes all night. "Then what would you do?" Eleanor, having lost this round, pulls herself back from the fight and breathes, and tries to turn it into a reasonable punishment instead of the end of the world: "Go on home. I'll see you Monday." But all Jenny can see is the Bendels and Barney's buyers fading into the distance, waving goodbye, and doesn't realize she's being offered a serious out here, so she strikes back twice as hard as before: "Can I at least have my dress back?" Eleanor shoves the thing at her, assuring her it's of no help, and points at the door.