Wili launches into another iteration of the Why Connor Is Perfect For Me speech, and ends on a sad note: "I finally meet the perfect man, and I can't have him. I may as well just resign myself to never having a man around." (Also sad: Wili says for the first of multiple times that her real fear about the Meade Child is how bad she fucked up her daughter, and how she doesn't want to make the same mistake twice.) Christina says now is not the time to swearing off men, because the baby is a boy. Wili feels a sudden happiness as the baby turns real inside her mind, but clamps down on that shit faster than you can say "family history of arson."
At dinner, Amanda regales the Euros with the story of Betty's motorcycle ride into the Player jell-o, and even Betty feels stronger and prettier and funnier when Amanda's telling the story. They all round-table about how "expensive" their champagne tastes, whatever that means, and Amanda flirts with one of them (Claudio), and finally Betty excuses herself so she can find a way to fuck this up for herself in private.
"I'm having a crisis!" she yells at Hilda, who knows better than most of us that Betty's crises are just like regular crises, except for how they never exist. "I've been drinking the most incredible champagne, and I can't enjoy it! All I'm thinking about is how much Claudio and Luka spent on it!" Hilda rolls up her sleeves and attempts to wade through Betty's BS, asking if the Euros are having fun -- yes -- and whether they're expecting some poon after dinner. "No, no, no. If they are, then they're gonna be disappointed. ...Well, at least one of them will." Way to simultaneously over- and underestimate Amanda, Suarez. "So these two guys with money take you out to a fabulous dinner, everybody's having a great time, and you're feeling guilty... Because?" Betty doesn't know, because Betty never knows why she is so dedicated to ruining everything cool.
"Betty, you deserve to have fun more than anybody I know. You spend every dime you make to live in the city, but you don't live in the city. Trust me, all your problems are gonna be there tomorrow." Like a snuggly blanket of depression. Betty promises to try and have fun... Which guarantees something horrible is going to happen. I can't really blame Betty for assuming any pleasure will ultimately lead to her shame and downfall, because she's been watching this show as long as we have and knows that it's empirical fact.