It is at this moment that Candy calls, and Aaron excuses himself for a moment to talk to her over speakerphone. A light goes on over Kate's head -- you know, figuratively speaking -- and she suggests that "Harry" communicate with the girls over a "squawkbox." Len and Aaron are like, "Interesting, interesting." And Kate adds that she doesn't like the idea of being an alley cat. She looks up at a print of some Renaissance-y looking angels and wonders, "Can they be...muskrats?" Not really. Aaron loves the idea of "angels" instead of feral cats or rodents, and so does Boring, Boring Len. "We should make her a partner," Len suggests. Kate brushes this aside and says that "one day," she'll take them up on that, but right now, she just wants to tackle interesting roles. Oh, Kate. For the smart one, you sure are dumb. You should have demanded that they give you points.
A party at Casa Spelling is peopled with stars of the '70s. Tina Turner walks by. Oh, look, it's Ricardo Montalban! He's talking about rich, Corinthian leather. And there's Lee Majors, who's telling Aaron that he tends to get banged up doing his own stunts because he's just so very manly. When I was a kid, The Seventeen Million Dollar Man, or whatever that show was called, scared the pants off me. It was just so creepy. And I don't like robots, in any form. Anyway, Lee is all yapping about what a stud he is when Candy comes over with a wee blonde child. "Tori wants to ask you something before she goes to bed," she says to Aaron, and then Tori asks how long she has to wait before she can have a nose job...I mean, "if she can be on TV one day," and Aaron promises that one day, he'll create a show just for her. At home, Shannen Doherty snorts, and slaps her houseboy. At her own home, Tori Spelling is whipped into a rage, because the actress playing her here looks about four, and Tori was only a year old in 1975, according to IMDb. Whatever. This little girl is a more technically skilled actor than Tori Spelling ever was, although I've been watching that Lifetime movie where Kellie Martin stabs Tori to death, and Tori is really good at making you want to stab her.
Anyway. Aaron asks Lee where his fantastically sexy and completely perfect and probably sprung-fully-formed-from-the-head-of-Zeus wife happens to be, and, right on cue, Farrah comes gliding down the stairs, her feathered hair all feathering in the wind, and a spotlight on her. I get it: Farrah Is Fabulous. I never really understood the Farrah thing myself, probably because by the time I was old enough to know who she really was, she was already halfway down the road to Crazytown. Heather Locklear, on the other hand, rules and always has ruled my world. But I will say this: Farrah's little tube dress is really, really cute. Anyway, Aaron Spelling is all totally mesmerized and blah blah blah, Farrah takes his breath away. Farrah just giggles and thanks him and then coos over Lee Majors's injured wrist and they, like, basically start making out. Get a room, you two. When she comes up for air, Farrah makes some small talk with Aaron, and he tells her all about Charlie's Angels. "How original," she says. Lee, however, wonders if there's a part for Farrah in this project. I wish I knew how this turned out! For her part, Farrah sort of twitters, but Lee tells her that she could use some work to keep her busy while he's all off being bionic. "How about it?" he asks Aaron. Señor Spelling says he'd kill to be in business with Farrah Fawcett. And if he actually had, this would have been much, much more interesting. "Majors. Farrah Fawcett-Majors," Lee corrects him.