Patty leaves Nico's office, promising to have a new proposal together "by 3." "Nice meeting you," Nico says pointedly as Kirby follows Patty out. Then Nico shuts the door and leans against it, the way weak-kneed women do, and indulges in another sex-with-Kirby flashback, this one even hotter than the last. Her reverie is interrupted when real-life Kirby returns. Nico launches into a speech about how she's married and their tryst was a one-time thing, and bemused Kirby tells her he just came back to get his notebook. Bo-oing! Again!

Now we join our three leading ladies at lunch. Crisis, schmisis -- BFFs always have time for a sit-down lunch together, right? Wendy wallows in misery over the nanny book (which Victory is skimming for references to herself), and over her husband's failure to be outraged by same. "Everyone that knows you knows that you're a great mother," says Victory (can the characters please agree to call her "Vicky," so I can, too?). Nico thinks that Wendy should "kill" the book by dropping in on Mariska, advising, "Burn a green card in her face." Nice. Victory wants to order wine and talk about her own business problems. "It's called a transition," says Wendy. "Downsizing to a smaller office is a transition," Victory replies. "Making dresses in your kitchen is called Mildred Pierce." Ha! That line seems too smart for Victory, but still -- oh, show, you've found my weakness. "I thought she made pies," says movie-exec Wendy, who would know. Victory doesn't care. Wendy thinks Victory should go take a walk, for inspiration...

...but Vic opts for sitting on her couch watching an old movie instead of going outdoors. (Not that there's anything wrong with that; in fact, this may be the only time I'll ever identify with Victory.) The movie she's watching is not Mildred Pierce, alas, but it still looks more absorbing than this storyline. And I bet there will be less whining. Inspired by the snappy 1930s banter on the screen, Victory picks up her pad and starts sketching. And tearing out pages. And drinking wine, pulling faces, and tearing out more pages. We watch her do this for a long while; eventually it seems like she's ripping out pages she hasn't even written on yet. Somebody needs a new set of Fashion Plates!