Christina talks about och this and begorrah that and whatever, the baby is a "bloody acrobat" and Wili is going "daft," based on her bizarre behavior earlier with Connor, and then stops playing her bagpipes long enough to eat Betty's entire meal of ganked sesame crackers. Betty is, pretty much, a bitch at this point: "Sure, [take them]. I haven't eaten since yesterday, but whatever." I would punch her in the face, what the eff is that. Christina's like "Bairn, didda nae tell ye tha' yuir apartment was too dear? And did ye nae say ye'd eat ramen? Has tha' gang aft agley?" Because Betty speaks Christina, she agrees that yes, she was prepared to scrimp in order to live in this apartment, but it's hard to subsist on ramen when Amanda is eating all your ramen. "And she denies it! She says there's an old crazy man who lives inside my walls and comes out at night to eat my food! She calls him Bad Ronald!" Amanda wins. Whatever it is, however it's judged: Amanda has won it.

Christina says more shit about the Earnshaws of the Grange and Betty bitches and moans about how her life is not worth living and how it just makes things that much worse when you do nothing to change your own circumstances. Christina talks about how she came to New York without two dimes to rub together, which is what Scotsmen do for fun, but she figured out other stuff to do, and it usually didn't cost her a cent. This is because -- as we know and will see again this week -- Christina's past is basically being a prostitute. But then, so's Betty: she marches that idea straight to the ModeNY pitch meeting -- after of course jacking some Betty bullshit up all over it so that it stops being a good or relevant idea and starts being something even Rachel Maddow would find dorky.