Luka and Claudio are gone when she gets back to the table, and Amanda's all, "They're making business calls, so I got another bottle, which they won't care about because they are, like, international financiers or something." Betty then makes the fatal mistake of saying that, although she was dubious about the shared assignment, she is turning out to be really enjoying herself, and thanks Amanda for making her life interesting, and they are totally happy and in love with their relationship for about two seconds, which is of course just long enough for it all to come crashing down. The waiter brings them the check and says, of course, that Claudio and Luka have ditched them with it. "And I never even saw it coming!" Amanda exclaims: "They're good." She's impressed.
Betty wigs and wigs, and Amanda points out that they've managed to finally hit their target number. "High five!" she says, and then tells Betty they're going to have to dine and dash. "No! You can't just walk out on the bill, that's illegal." Once again, Amanda awesomely does the, "Is it? Is it really?" and Betty shuts her down. Betty massages her migraine until the waiter returns with a pitying look... And then comes up with a solution. That's my girl. "Can I talk to your manager?"
Molly comes into Daniel's office to A) needle him for backing out on their date, and B) to get his rich jerk money. She's ravenous and has a bit of his sweet-and-sour takeout, joking that if he really feels guilty for standing her up he should just write a bigger check. He tells her to use a fork, she laughs about how she's a master of chopsticks, and then immediately drops a piece of chicken on her white gown. "Damn," she growls hilariously, and then freaks out for a second deciding to just wear the stained dress as-is. "I'm a kindergarten teacher. I'm always covered in paint, paste and puke anyway." He drags her off to the closet so they can play Platonic dress-up.
Betty lays down the charm on the restaurant manager, introducing herself and Amanda as Mode profilers. The lady's dubious about Betty working at Mode, being that she's wearing a Conehead idea of what constitutes clothing, but Amanda assures her that Betty's in disguise. "ModeNY.com is dedicated to celebrating the most hip, edgy, ahead-of-the curve things in New York City, and we'll be featuring you prominently this month." Betty confidently hands the check back to the manager, there's an absurdly long stress-silence with dripping beads of sweat and the battle of wills and the whole nine, and then the lady takes their check off their hands.