Back in Wili's office, Marc tries to appease Wili with pork rinds, to no avail. Marc starts to explain, but Wili cuts him off, saying that they're done for the night. She tells Marc that the reason she's put off finding another maid of honor is because she thought Nico would change her mind. Alas, Nico hates her. But, she says, Marc's wrong about her being alone. She has hundreds of backstabbing, two-faced superficial friends who are flying in from all over the globe to be part of this wedding, and any of them would be thrilled to be her maid of honor. She picks up the phone and says, "Wilhelmina Slater for Victoria Beckham, please." Oh, yeah, baby (spice)! I can't even tell you how excited I am for next week. I'm shaking it to the left, 'cause I'm having a good time, and shaking it to the right, 'cause I know that I feel fine. This show is giving me everything, all the joy it brings, this I swear. Wili asks Marc whom he's bringing to the wedding, and he's excited to know he gets a plus-one. Wili coldly tells him she wouldn't want him to end up sad and alone. As if she needed another reason to hate white people. Sigh.
Back at his desk, Marc calls Cliff and tells him he screwed up.
Meanwhile, Betty is totally missing the show because she's wandering around the lobby. It's a good thing the tickets were free. As Elphaba sings something about not losing sight of who you are, Daniel looks kind of despondent. Similarly, Wili can barely bear to eat her chocolate cake as she looks at a photo of her and Bradford, and Hilda can barely bear to look at herself in the mirror in her light-up headlights tank top. Henry comes back out to the lobby, sits next to Betty and almost kisses her, and who should come out to ruin things yet again but Daniel. Betty and Henry scurry off as Daniel drags Sandra into the coat room, giggling all the while. She says that she simply can't be seduced in a room of nylon and fleece, but she actually totally can. Alas, she won't be, because just in time, Daniel notices Betty's coat and says that Sandra's beautiful, but that he can't seduce her to get her to buy ads in Mode. Sandra says she's not letting him seduce her for her ads; she's letting him seduce her because he has a great ass. That Phil Donahue is one lucky man. Wait, is Phil Donahue dead? If so, that Phil Donahue was one lucky man. Daniel asks what he has to do to get her to advertise in Mode, and Sandra asks why she should move over from Glamour. Daniel gives her a sales pitch, and she tells him she'll have her ad rep call him in the morning. He suggests going out to celebrate, and she tells him he's a smart guy, but frankly, smart guys are a turn-off. Daniel wonders if he should be insulted.