Ellen and Newman paint the little armoire butter yellow while chitchatting. Ellen hopes this colour won't be in their dining room.
And cut to Hildi opening a can of Radioactive Canary Yellow. I think I just heard my picture tube say "Ow!" It's very close to the default yellow colour of the highlighting function in most word-processing programs, but more intense, and less appealing. Debbie says, "Oh...my...goodness." She doesn't say it like Chandler's ex, Janice would, but if they ever do a Trading Spaces movie, they should totally cast Maggie Wheeler as one of the HOs. Hildi, innocently: "Didn't they want colour?" Hildi puts some on the chair. Debbie says she didn't think they had yellow in mind: "They make fun of the yellow in my house, so..." Hildi: "Well, this'll show 'em, won't it?" Yeah, life's all about showing people. Revenge, and proving they were all wrong when they said you couldn't paint upholstered furniture and carpets and that you shouldn't nail the pooch to the wall and so on.
Laurie and Newman upholster the headboards with the plaid fabric. Laurie yammers about the orientation of the stripes.
Debbie thinks Scott/Newman will hold her accountable and make her replace his furniture. Hildi: "Hey...good thing I'm out of here when I'm finished, huh?" Yeah, there's a designer ethic to be proud of. Somebody stop her before she "decorates" again.
Laurie, Newman, stapling headboard. Boring.
Scott helps Amy Wynn wire more lights than are currently on any Las Vegas hotel you care to name. Amy Wynn thinks it's going to take about a year and a half. I don't know why they don't just save a lot of time and go fire a handgun straight into the breaker box right now. Amy Wynn complains that she can't even listen to any of her good rock music or anything because of the construction nearby. They're still building this housing development as we watch. I wonder what she listens to?
MPDP helps Laurie glue some crap to other crap. It's a pendant light to hang over the tea table. I can't get interested because I'm too distracted by the awful blue, yellow, and white toile wallpaper on the side of the staircase behind them. Crikey, that's wretched. It looks so inappropriate in a house like this. They've got it wrapped around a skinny rectangular post and everything. MPDP drops a bead and Laurie has an eensy-weensy crisis reaction.