At Mode, the Senator has arrived at last to pick up Wilhelmina. "So, you're still just the creative director?" he asks, looking around her office, unimpressed. Wilhelmina sighs. "Yes, Daddy," she replies, and trudges sadly after him and out the door. See, Betty? At least your Daddy loves you.

Madison 6. Bradford is pitching the layout they'd like Vincent to shoot, but he's wholly uninterested. Instead, he turns to "Betty" and asks what her father does for a living. "Investment banker," Amanda responds automatically. "Your father's an investment banker? BETTY?" Daniel asks pointedly. Amanda recovers thusly: "That was his dream. If he ever made it out of the barrio." (Which she pronounces "berry-o.") Vincent raises a brow, and Daniel announces that he can't go on like this. He tells Vincent that Amanda is not, in fact, Betty. Vincent chuckles: "No kidding. This girl's never been within ten feet of a sausage and pepper hero in her life." "He is SO RIGHT," Amanda announces. Daniel sighs: "[Betty] didn't want to come. It was my fault. And she wanted to meet you very much. But because we're all caught up in some stupid image, it made her very insecure about fitting into a place like this." Slightly inarticulate, probably because of the booze. It is at this moment, of course, that we hear Betty arguing with the maitre d', who, indeed, does not believe that she is who she says she is. "I can't imagine why you thought she wouldn't fit in," Bradford remarks dryly as Daniel gets up to go rescue her. Her hair gets bigger with every scene.

When Betty gets to the table, she and Vincent are clearly thrilled to make each other's acquaintance. Daniel announces that he knows there isn't a reason in hell Vincent would want to work with them, but that he thinks it would be great for both of them: "I'd give you free rein. I give you my word. Actually, I give you Betty's word. She's the only one that's been straight with you so far." Betty nods. "You know, you're nothing like your brother," Vincent tells Daniel contemplatively. I think he means this as a compliment, but Daniel gets all mopey about it: "No, I'm not. I'm not Alex." He leaves. Okay, drama queen. Betty hands Vincent the proposal, and follows him out. She, of course, also manages to trip over another table and almost fall on her face. On the way of the restaurant, however, she is successful in getting a matchbook for Justin, so the day wasn't a total loss. I find it interesting that they've left Vincent eating with Amanda and Bradford. Like that threesome is going to have anything to talk about.