Drained from their long day burning their valuables and being insulted, the kids get excited when Niki shows up at the house to invite them to a GQ party at which the style editor wants to meet them all. The catch is, they only have twenty minutes to get ready! Oh my God, can they do it?! Um, I guess they can, because the next thing we see is all of them at the party, dolled up to the nines, mingling. Jacki says that she's great at talking to people, so she just wants to talk to as many as possible. The magazine people, however, seem very impressed with Holly, who has just enough quirkiness to make her interesting. There seems to be a lot of alcohol around, and it makes me wonder if the producers were hoping somebody would get sauced and go nuts up in the party...but, no. These kids seem to savvy for that, or something -- not savvy to the modeling world, or to the uh, actual world, but savvy to the reality television world.

Back at the house, the guys are so tired they...all fall into a heap on top of FRANKIE. Hmm. Perry charms me by challenging Casey to a pose-off on the second-floor landing, and they stand back to back, dueling-style, and take two steps and pose. Both of them fall to the ground, slaying Jacki and Shannon, and it's genuinely very cute and funny. Don't make me like Perry! Come on!

The next morning dawns bright and early. "I had a dream I was on this Make Me A Supermodel thing," groans Perry from his bed, "and America didn't like me." That is because they had not yet seen you dominate in the pose-off!

The contestants arrive later at a studio to visit with Jennifer Starr, who Tyson calls the premiere model casting director in the U.S. Jennifer, in turn, introduces Debbie Deitering, who is apparently a high-fashion celebrity and has walked for every top designer out there, including Galliano, for whom she was a muse. Debbie is really good at walking. "I know that this week you have been working on going back to the basics," Debbie says. "The basics are very important, especially your basic walk." First of all -- back to the basics? Aren't they at the basics? Secondly, whenever they get really detailed about the walking, I can't stop laughing. Anyway, Debbie says that, to judge their walks, she really needs to look at their bodies, and so they must all don unitards and take to the runway. You would think, since I just said "unitard," that hilarity would ensue. But it doesn't, because they're all too busy thinking about walking. Ronnie makes a unitarded joke about having his pecs, Madonna and Cher, ready to go. "I always keep the girls with me," he says, and I throw up.