Anyway, it's a weecap. The party is, of course, so totally scary. You've got ice sculptures of people, and models dressed as angels, and the music is quietly going "uh!" in the background like a porno on a loop or a video of an old lady falling down. Betty notes that Wili isn't wearing Tiara the Great, and Wili's like, "I'm EIC of a fashion magazine?" Betty is unsurprised and hands over her two week's notice, because she apparently needed a whole episode to notice that Wilhelmina Slater is a bitch. Wili mourns the loss of what would never have actually been, complaining that "under those gaping pores and caveman eyebrows," she thought she detected an intelligence in Betty. Like that genius idea to sell products in the pages of a magazine? That was fucking amazing.
"You think life is all about who's right and who's wrong, but history is written by those who win, not by those who were the nicest." True, and I've always loved best about Prada the fact that Miranda had a point, and presented both paths as viable options: you swim with sharks, or you don't. But here, Wili's just ... wrong, and there's no room for the subtleties of those choices, because the world of the show -- which I love -- is all day-glo candyfloss, and wildly extreme, and you can't say that Wilhelmina's life has value, because it doesn't. She's a supervillain. It's like Cruella De Vil telling you you're being naïve: what else is she going to say? Anyway, Betty makes a classy and wonderful Betty-type exit ("Enjoy your party") but runs into Claire, who tells her to stay put, because it's about to get awesome. And at the door? Alexis and Daniel. Awesome!