Hildi's cut a template out of an old dropcloth so that they can mark the elliptical shape for the table top. Now, if she were Frank, she'd just use the tarp as a tablecloth and call it a day. I don't know how the hell she expects to seat nine people at this table. You'd really be pushing it with six. Also, why does the table need to be elliptical? Why not just make the light fixture octagonal to match? Or why not cut a new, larger top for this one? I really don't understand.

While they work on the wiring project from hell, Scott tells Amy Wynn that the dining room is like a "death room."

Laurie micromanages MPDP over the beading of the pendant lamp until MPDP finally snaps, as gently as she can, "Just let me do it!" Laurie trills, "Have f-u-u-u-n!" MPDP trills back, "Go a-w-a-a-a-y!" Laurie trills some more: "Knock yourself out." MPDP complains, "You're making me nervous." Then they suddenly get all squealy about the fact that MPDP gets to "do beads" and they kiss and make up. Well, not literally, but MPDP does actually hug Laurie around the waist. There's probably some kind of Xena/Gabrielle joke in there, but you're going to have to make up your own.

Debbie saws the corners off the table. She and Hildi laugh about the crappy job she's doing. Hildi takes over.

Newman, who gets called "Scott" on MPDP's voice-over (wasn't she the one who said to call him "Newman?), fires nails at the corner of a toy box at random intervals. That's it. I'm calling him "Chuckles" from here on in.

Paige Cam. She's getting Debbie to agree that she likes yellow. Debbie likes soft yellow, but her neighbours hate yellow. Yeah, but I'll bet they didn't have the sack to say so when they were applying, for fear of being passed over. MPDP says it's an accent colour. Debbie points out that the whole table will be yellow. MPDP cackles. Debbie says it's going to look like one big egg yolk. Then there's some avant-garde camera work of Debbie's feet and a tarp. Despite all the egg jokes, the colour really isn't anywhere near as warm and pleasing as "egg yolk."

Laurie instructs Ellen to cut some fringed trim off some white nubbly bedspreads. She's got some solid green brushed cotton, in a softer colour than the walls, that is going to be used in some unspecified way.

Hildi is outside showing MPDP a four-panel metal screen she's bought. Frink thinks the panels of the screen look like meat-drying racks: "We're making jerky, Paige!" I don't quite see that, but they are godawfully tacky and ugly. They are the interior decoration equivalent of these. They're maybe four feet high, with rectangular frames, and there are pieces of yellowy metal shaped into branches and flowers and I don't know what-all, and I guess the pieces are affixed to some kind of fine mesh or something because they appear to "float." Just. Hideous. Hildi wants to spraypaint them and use them as wall art. MPDP: "Not yellow..." Hildi: "No. Chrome."