Ellen says that her and Scott's style used to be very contemporary but that it's changed now, while their dining room hasn't. She never says what their style is now, but I'm betting it's probably more traditional. Where else would they go? I'm pretty sure whatever their current style is, it could not be described as "freak show." Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Scott hopes the room comes out better than it is now. He thinks it would be nice if the room were more colourful. Ellen admits to being nervous about having Hildi in their house. Translation: "Yeah, I'm another one of these dopes who thinks she's going to get on this show and get Vern or somebody reliable, but not Hildi. Or Kia. Or Doug or Gen on one of their bad days." This club should get jackets made. Ellen's hoping someone will take Hildi's glue gun away from her. Good luck with that, Ellen. Maybe you should just hope your dining room will bore Hildi to death before she can get started. Take the tree out, you might stand a chance. Anyway, I think Hildi's more into the dramatic action and sound effects provided by electric staplers than those wussy glue guns. Of course, Ellen adds that she doesn't think there's much that would make the room look worse than it does now: "We'll see." Yes, you will. Or you would, except that you'll be blinded by the megawattage. Oops, ahead of myself again.
Key swap. Newman is wearing a shirt that has "Whose Idea Was This Anyway?" fabric-painted on the front. It's determined that it was Ellen's and/or Debbie's idea. Right. Because so often it's the men who are jonesing to be on this show. Frink: "'Let's see...I can spend the weekend scratching my nuts and farting while I watch the game, or I can work like a dog on my neighbour's house while God knows what happens to mine. No contest. Trading Spaces it is!'" Then again, no need to get hung up on gender stereotypes.