And then, poor Transylvanian Sorin. As you all know, Sorin doesn't speak English so well, also to hilarious effect. Sorry, my ESL friends, but it's true. He tells us that for the others who can read English okay, the commercial might have been easy. Not so for him, because he is from different country. He can't read the words "fearful patients." Sorin doesn't know if he's going to get the job. I think we can all safely say no. Sorry, Sorin.
Tony is next and reads through once. Peter tells him that it's a commercial about selling teeth, so he needs to show some teeth. Fred says that it's about getting the feeling across. Oh, the feeling of a good dental cleaning is like none other. I'm getting all excited just thinking about that little hose and spit cup. Tony does it again, and Peter says that he nailed it. Tony tells us that he's new to L.A., has been unemployed for two months, and his bank account is dry. This would be the first paying gig he's gotten in a while. Oh, try getting a real job. I have no sympathy for models and actors.
Fred says that he's impressed with all of the models, because 90% of them are giving something very real. Oh, Fred. In the end, 1-800-DENTIST chose Grayce, Natalie, Paul, Andrew, and Tony. Paul gets all the gigs. This is because he's kind of the best.
We are suddenly in Janice's home, where she tells us that the 1-800-DENTIST shoot is scheduled after the weekend, which is good because today Janice is heading to Vegas for Model Search America, where all the agencies send their scouts to find the next big thing. Janice says that this was Peter's idea, and that he thinks it's really important, so she's going to put her faith in Peter that it's not cheesy. That's a lot of faith.
Suddenly, we are in Vegas and it is night, but only for a moment of stock footage. Then, just as suddenly, it's 7:57 AM, and Gabe is on the phone with Nathan. Gabe tells Nathan that they're having a bit of an emergency this morning. Before he can continue Janice yells, "A bit? A bit?" and Gabe says that it is in fact a huge emergency. Janice yells, "It's my fucking eye, I'm a photographer!" Janice, who also looks and sounds like she was on one hell of a bender last night, tells us that she woke up and her eye was scratched. She says that she always goes to sleep with her makeup off. I don't know what this has to do with anything, but in any case she woke up and it felt like her retina was scratched. Gabe says that something happened in her sleep -- a.k.a. while she was hanging out with the hookers -- and that she's in excruciating pain. Maybe they should have held off on putting the false eyelashes on, then. Gabe says that this could get really bad, and then turn into something else and take Janice out of commission for longer. Janice says that nothing's going to take her out of commission, because the agency, much like the heart, must go on, and that she doesn't care if they pull her eye from its socket. She can still look with one eye. And will, and will do it better, you two-eyed bitches.