Derek protests that she's too good to quit, but Ivy says she wasn't even good enough to be Marilyn. Well, hell, a lot of actresses didn't get to play Elizabeth Taylor last year but that doesn't mean Lindsay Lohan didn't make a total fool of herself, does it? Derek says she just wasn't his Marilyn and he's made tons of mistakes. He sincerely says she's a singular talent and tells her not to give up. Ivy tells him she doesn't think he's a monster. He leans in like he's going to kiss her and Ivy flat out says it's not going to happen, because good god, he must sound like he spent the day curled up in the bottom of a barrel of corn mash.
Gala. Eileen greets Miriam, who's very graceful in not saying, "Oh my god, another one of these uninvited buffoons who are obsessed with Marilyn Monroe." Eileen says she wouldn't dream of missing this important night for the community, but Miriam says she has an organization to protect and doesn't want Eileen's grubby financial troubles tainting the American Theatre Wing. She asks Eileen and the Bombshell team to leave, then says, with amazing sweetness, "I'm so sorry no one in New York will get to see what you lost everything for. Best wishes to you." BURN.
Jimmy is sprawled back on a couch, telling Karen that he liked the Strokes too... when he was 15. Oh Lord, don't ever tell him you're from Iowa then, Cartwright. She says he's a snob, which is kind of true and she asks if the piano Jessica and Ana are currently decorating is his. He says he plays a little, when he's in the mood and she says she sings a little, when she's in the mood. He asks how he'll know if she's in the mood, and Karen awkwardly bugs out her empty, dead eyes and says she gauges the vibe of the room and then she stands up (and spills her beer on him) and then she just starts singing.
She leans in and does, breathily. It's so freshman theater-major-y. Which I suppose fits, but it still makes my skin crawl. Of course, everyone in the room stops and pays attention Karen as she sings one of Jimmy's songs, "Caught in the Storm." He looks absolutely poleaxed and gets up off the couch and storms out, but not before calling Kyle a son of a bitch. Poor Kyle. He just wants to make out with Bobby. Or Jimmy. Or both.