Outside the theater, Johnny poses for pictures. In the background, Quentin dips Hunter for a big kiss. The photographers rush over to them and they vogue hilariously. "Hello, Quentin! Hello, everyone!" bellows Helena from across the way. The cameras turn to catch her looking like hell in a red pleather dress straight from The Wild, Wild West. She's wearing a black garter-looking thing around her neck, too. Hunter whispers furiously to Quentin, who suggests that maybe Helena didn't get his note. Helena toasts everyone and then slugs back the champagne while Hunter warily watches. Hunter, have you looked into the local Al-A-Teen meetings? Just wondering.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Marcy Sternfield," Ted Casablanca tells Tori2. "What the hell are you wearing?" he asks, thoroughly enjoying the moment. "My friend's jacket," answers Tori2, turning to ask Dave who the designer is. Dave doesn't know. His grandma got it for him on her cruise to Spain. Tori2 repeats that to Ted. Then she tries to grasp some dignity and asks, "And why are you so interested in women's clothing, anyway, Ted?" Ted doesn't stop smiling in his nappy yellow shirt.
On a park bench outside the theater, Helena rests her drunken head in Hunter's lap. "I do everything wrong," she moans. "And why is it that men who have no hair on their heads have so much of it on their ass?" Hunter smoothes her mother's hair and assures her that everything will be okay. "You know, you could use a facial," Helena says, right before she passes out. Quentin walks up and tells Hunter that the Mondrian awaits. "Not after the way you treated my mother," she says. Quentin casually straightens his jacket and leaves. Hunter sighs. The things she does for love...
On the show within the show, Ms. Gander packs her bags because Becky's parents got her fired from her substitute-teaching job. Becky bids her goodbye. Ms. Gander promises that she'll be back. "No, you won't," Becky and Hunter say at the same time. Get it? Becky said it on the soap opera, but Hunter was saying it, too, on the comedy. It was one of those "meta" things. Get it? Huh? Did you get it?
Next week: Regina gets to watch grody old Richard drool over Johnny's nude scene.