So we're off to Rosie's house in... Westchester, I guess? And as usual, Rosie comes across better via her association with Kathy. We see Rosie's Emmys have been spray-painted (graffiti-tagged, according to Kathy), which Rosie totally blames on the kids. Did you know that Rosie's one of those no-televisions-in-the-house parents? My question is, how are her kids supposed to grow up with obsessive and unhealthy attachments to people like Barbra Streisand and Susan Lucci without televisions? I ask you! Anyway, Kathy interviews that Rosie's house is way more fun than The View, before she and Rosie get to vlogging. It's quite the visual, with Kathy looking dynamite in her Carolina Herrera and Rosie in her... jammies, it appears. They talk about how funny, famous women have to fight the "unlikeability factor," which is always my bugaboo with Rosie. I genuinely find her to be an unpleasant persona, and yet I think she gets WAY too much shit for it from other people, so I end up defending her. So Kathy tells the Astroglide story again, and she and Rosie give Barbara props for being a Playboy bunny, a fact which Tom already knew. Which is when Kathy decides to give us all the mental picture of Tom whacking off to a photo of Barbara Walters. Yeah, "thanks."
Rosie then declares that it's arts-and-crafts time, but Kathy happily passes on those unpleasant duties to her assistants. Kathy tells Rosie all about Woz, and then Rosie makes Kathy promise to get her invited to the next TED conference. She says she'll give Kathy whatever she wants. Kathy's like, "Hold up, LET ME THINK!" because, seriously: anything. Kathy settles on getting to meet Cher (that's... not bad, actually), and Rosie's like, "Done." Kathy feels good about trading Woz for Cher. I would too.
Later, Kathy meets with Steve and Elka, the couple she's fixing to marry. They seem very nice, if a bit too eager to try and be funny in front of Kathy. They tell Kathy they want to be "married in laughter" (...sigh), and so they encourage Kathy to be as funny as she pleases. The only word that's off the table, we learn, is "titties." Which Kathy and I both find hilarious. Kathy thinks this is the best gig ever.