Tim reads a question from a poster at the Bravo website. He says it's from some girl named Arianne and it's for Lupe. "Heyeah, Arianne!" She has lost her mind. Santino asks, "Have you guys been drinking or something?" A better question might be, "Have you guys been drinking and something?" Santino adds, "Because I want what they're having," to which Daniel Franco replies all crazy, "Exactly." Tim reads the question to Lupe -- "Do you feel your elimination was fair given that Marla had plagiarized a dress that Nicky Hilton had worn before?"
Lupe's reply is as follows: "Honestly, I can only give him a personal critique. Nobody would ever know, unless they personally respond to me, would know what my personal response is. And, that is of me. And, personally, I believe you can't like push the boundaries and, like, Johnny Cash, walk the line." Hosti, bless her heart, asks, "What was the question? I totally lost track?"
Tim, looking a little annoyed, repeats the question. Lupe continues, "Understand that Marla has an aesthetic that I cannot duplicate. Marla has an aesthetic that she cannot duplicate. And, Arianne, on national television, if you can get this, you fucking rock because you believe in what is true. Period." Of course, [sic] all over the place. Tim replies, "This is the biggest bunch of bullshit I've heard in weeks." Lupe replies meekly, "I agree as well." That is a fucking riot. The Marla's aesthetic bit is gold. I'm not sure if she was even trying to be clever, but it almost seems really deep. Everyone seems totally bewildered by Lupe.
Tim brings up Andrae's runway crying jag. They're going to look at a clip, but first Hosti has a question. Andrae interrupts her and says, "Were they real tears? Indeed they were." Hosti says she wasn't sure, because he's from Los Angeles. Everyone gets upset about this because they're all from L.A. Santino, in fact, gets up and takes off his jacket like he's going to fight with Heidi. I realize he's just joking, but I wouldn't cultivate a reputation for physically intimidating women. Not so nice. Hosti continues that a lot of people in Los Angeles "do acting classes." They show a clip of the crying bit. There's a clock at the bottom of the screen. It's lasting forever. If they had shown this much when it actually happened, I might have loved Andrae because of it, for it is epic. It clocks out at nine minutes and fifty-three seconds. When it's over, Andrae explains that it's tough to watch. And Chloe is wiping away tears. Done. I fucking love Chloe. Because, though Andrae was being real, it's hard not to laugh at drama that's so much. She's a really nice person.