Marc's screaming, "What have I done?" And Amanda helpfully explains that he has crashed Cliff's car, but Marc's been shocked by the crash into making the car an objective correlative for the "car" meaning heart that he has "crashed" meaning fucked with, so "How can he ever trust me again!?" Amanda's like, "Um, you get it fixed? And it's ugly anyway?" Then, intriguingly, Marc throws himself down on his knees with his ass in the air and starts rubbing his face on the pavement. Betty's yelling at the cab dispatcher because it's going to take too long, and tells Amanda to help her push the car, for some reason.

"These stilettos were not made for pushing," Amanda says, but then it occurs to her that they might be for something else. And it's a testament to the total insanity of Amanda that I thought she was going to kill a forest creature, but no, it's way better. She steps past Marc, who moans into the road, and then does a Rockette kick for a passing car which she immediately tosses into this very pomo Amanda-does-Madonna-does-Marilyn finger-in-the-mouth roadside attraction thing. (Remember "Justify My Love" and all the insane shit going on in the video, and then she's naked doing this exact thing?) It's pretty amazing, and they kind of gloss over it, but I think we just figured out what Amanda is, and it's the thing at the end of the hall of mirrors, like in The Mouse & His Child.

The car doesn't stop, and Amanda does this adorably distracted mumble, "Wait, wait I wasn't ready..." And Marc's still rolling around ass-up on the ground, suggesting they get back to the city before five so they can all get completely drunk and act like none of this is happening. (This is also how I spent the last week.) Betty's like, "Marc, you stay in that strange position..." -- Marc gives a thumb up in his awesome driving gloves, like only Marc St. James would wear leather gloves to drive a Volvo station wagon, but also only Marc St. James can pull it off -- "...Amanda, you come with me." She wants to go back to this store she saw and get a ride. Amanda informs her that the stilettos were not made for walking. I wonder what will happen when Amanda figures out what they actually are for? Betty heads off by herself and Amanda tells her to grab her some beef jerky, but at least she says thank you. Betty does that thing where somehow her deltoid muscles do the complaining, and keeps walking.