I hope all you Americans out there had a fantastic Thanksgiving weekend. Mine was delightful, and I was certainly thankful that M. Giant was able to sub for me so brilliantly last week.

As romantic music swells, Daniel -- fast asleep and wrapped in Little Mermaid sheets -- drools all over Ariel. Judging from the framed photo of Betty sitting next to the bed, he's either passed out at the Suarez household, or in the household of a Betty-fixated stalker who is considerably more interesting than Walter. Daniel sort of wakes up, and Betty, standing next to the bed, chirps that she's glad he's awake. Daniel wonders what he's doing there, and Betty reminds him that she picked up his drunk ass at the bar the night before; she was going to take him home, and then she realized that he might "choke on his own vomit," since he lives alone -- great, something else for me to worry about -- so she brought him home to stay with her. (I must note that with better hair, shoes and accessories, Betty's patterned-shirtdress-over-turtleneck outfit would be pretty cute.) Daniel blinks, drunkenly, and asks, "You slept...where?" "In your arms," Betty tells him, but she only lets him freak out for a minute or so before letting him off the hook and telling him to relax: she slept on the sofa downstairs. Relieved, Daniel mutters that he feels like his tongue is wearing a sweater and, while they're talking about it, the room is way too bright. Ah, Hangover City. I was once mayor. Betty asks what happened with Salma, and Daniel groans that she left with her perfect boyfriend: "He'll probably propose to her with his perfect chin." He explains that Salma wants to do the whole white picket fence/baby thing, and doesn't think Daniel's the kind of guy who's up to that. Wow, where would she have possibly gotten that idea about Daniel "Manwhore" Meade? The thing is, he knows she's right: "I'm not that guy, am I?" Betty looks thoughtful and suggests that maybe he could call back the one Danish girl he went out with that one time! Daniel tells Betty not to try to fix this. It's a lost cause. Wah wah wah, etc. Betty insists that she's not trying to fix it, but asks Daniel to look at her as an example. Last summer, she was "mopping up at a cat hospital," and today, she's an executive assistant at Mode! "A lot can change in a short time," she says. Daniel tries to sit up, but his head is killing him, and he falls back on Ariel, groaning. "Don't choke, don't choke!" Betty warns him, and pushes his head over to the side. She must have seen one powerful Afterschool Special about the danger of choking on your own barf. "Stay!" she orders, taking off.