Doug continues getting his team on board with his plan to take the armoire, and the sofa, and the chair from this room. Chris wonders if anyone's going to tell Jody and Michelle that all this furniture is being taken from their other room. Stacey says that they'll find out soon enough. Doug suggests that they can replenish this room with furniture from the family room. Something tells me Doug's never played musical chairs, since he doesn't seem to know how this game ends. He suggests that their neighbours can take furniture from Chris and Stacey's family room to fill theirs.
Ty cuts a huge circle in the back of the "container" on top of the chest of drawers to accommodate the back of the TV.
Chris and Doug move the white rolled-arm, bun-footed sofa into the bedroom. As they take it past the camera, you can see that there are lots of stains on it. Kinda nasty-looking. I don't understand people who buy white or off-white upholstered furniture in the first place, but I really don't understand people with children (or pets) who do so. I have exactly one chair that has a cushion covered in natural canvas and it looked like crap within less than a year of getting it, and no amount of scrubbing, washing, or bleaching has made it look much better. I'll recover it eventually, but I would never choose light-coloured upholstery again. They place the sofa in front of the divider wall, facing the entry.
Ty and Jody hoist the TV into place. It fits.
Doug and his team place the armoire opposite the sofa.
Frank hangs up a black curtain rod between the two arched windows. They're hanging some Barney Purple sheer fabric on it, apparently.
Shot of the tulip paintings. Doug walks into the shot, pauses, and calls MPDP over, asking, "Are you ready for an art project?" She is. Doug: "Right now?" She thinks that would be a good idea. Doug grabs the rightmost panel off the wall and says, "I got mine done. Grab yours." He walks off and MPDP sighs and asks, "Are you kidding?"
Frank is winding fabric around the curtain rod, saying they're going to drape it in a very loose fashion. Gah. I can't stand these static vignettes of swagged and draped fabric of which he's so inordinately fond. I'm really not into elaborate window treatments or swagged fabric (on or off windows). It's so incredibly dated-looking...and it didn't look good when it first came around, never mind now. He holds a piece of the fabric in front of his face like a belly dancer's veil or something, and hums a tuneless little melody that I think is supposed to be some manner of Arab music. Jody: "I Dream of Frank." That's not a dream, buddy, it's a nightmare. Frank obliges by growling the same thing: "Nightmare!"