Laurel spits on the dress: What is it for, besides sitting around being stupid? And by metonymy, you yourself? Jenny -- not timidly, either because she's being cool or because of her unfortunate brain damage -- says that in fact, the dress is not for spitting but for the White Party. "For the Vitamin Water Party?" Laurel corrects her -- which is awesome, because if you're doing product placement you should make a hilarious joke about product placement, and saying "Vitamin Water" scornfully a thousand times in one episode is subtle indeed -- and touches the hideous thing. "Who invited you? ...Oh, lace? Ugh! It's not even white, it's bone." She boxes Little J's ears so harshly that she can barely hear the next bit, for all the ringing: "It's way too big for you. Don't you know how to fit? It's huge."
Jenny confirms that yes, it's the brain damage talking in this scene, helpfully saying that it's not for her, it's for the gigantically huge fatness of Laurel: "I'm not going to the party, so..." Laurel laughs, discreetly hiding a nine-inch Wusthof behind her apparently enormous ass: "So you thought I might wear some Holly Hobby frock made by an intern so that when I get photographed, your work ends up in W?" Jenny does the ankle-dip I've been waiting all fucking summer for, and Laurel nods: "If I'm gonna wear a custom anything, it's gonna matter." She raises the blade above her head with a demonic glint in her eye, but just before she strikes the killing blow, that familiar-looking chick comes back with something for her to sign. Laurel forgets Jenny exists, after telling her to take a giant box of buttons home with her and do something degrading with them. "Oh, and put that away. Eggshell gives me a migraine." The familiar girl silently mouths, "I'm sorry!" ... but sadly, not silently enough. Laurel's head swivels all the way around shooting lasers and before you know it, where the girl was standing there is only dust, in a sad pair of hundred-dollar Kors pumps.