Wili and Connor come back to her ridiculous suite after the meeting, and she flirts her ass off. The hotel, fittingly, looks like every Nip/Tuck set at once, all occupying the same place. It's sort of terrifying. They want to have dinner, but none of the nearby restaurants are fittingly tasteful -- "We've Got Crabs" one boasts -- so Wili orders room service, but cocks one of her boobs just in case.
After school Justin's like, "We are going on a fabulous Broadway date!" and Randy totally shuts him down with the other owners-of-bangs looking on. Justin totally doesn't get it the entire time and finally Randy's like, "You are dumped." The judging eyes of the boys glare at him and he screams at Justin to stop following him around and get a life. Instead of doing so, Justin feels horrible and a little confused.
Betty visits Marc, who is ignoring her in his sleep mask with tea: "Marc isn't in right now, but if you leave your name and number, he'll never speak to you again, you odious seacow, Betty. Beeeep." She apologizes and says she liked his presentation, and he says his was way better, and she says maybe it's just about how bad she wants it. Marc makes the very amazing point that it's pretty apparent he wants to be a fashion editor too, which is why he graduated from FIT, spent a summer abroad studying menswear in Milan, spent four years working for -- he points angrily at Wili's office -- the best creative director in the entire industry, who neither knows nor would care that he even applied to YETI. Betty's heart breaks for him, because seriously. She floats maybe that it was the concept, and it's like "Betty, don't poke the bear" because people like Betty like to go over things and wonder how and why they failed, but that's not how people like Marc feel better, so everything she says isn't "It's not so bad" but "Here's why it is so bad," which is the opposite, and you know what she's like, it's neverending, and finally he just laughs in her face.