Good morning! It's time for another episode of Ugly Betty, and we kick things off this week with the titular Betty setting the Suarez table and telling Matt how great Ignacio's food is. Justin wants Matt to talk about how much better the food is at the Four Seasons. Because Matt is rich. Betty is eating very quickly because she can't wait to get the hell out of the Queens portion of the story. Also because she has to go work on the weekend to help get the magazine back on its feet. And at the news that Betty and Matt will be attending a Rangers game, Justin asserts that if there's that much ice, someone should be figure skating. Betty doesn't care about hockey, but Matt's going for work, and she owes it to him for waiting a whole hour at Mode. That was apparently long enough for him to read all of the issues for the last three years. They will be meeting at Matt's mother's place, which is where he's staying for plot contrivance reasons. Matt says that even though his mother has never met Betty, she's dying to meet her and says that Betty "sounds like the daughter she never had." Matt says the address is 2921 Madison Avenue -- no apartment number. She has the whole building.

Then! Some guy walks in, and it's Ralph Macchio! He's playing Archie the Councilman, who's got a haircut appointment with Hilda. This seems like a poorly timed family dinner, what with Betty having to rush off and Hilda having a salon appointment right in the middle of it. Ignacio takes Archie's coat and generally fawns over him while Elena and Betty squeal at Hilda about how he's single and into her. Hilda asserts that he's "missing something," to which Betty asks, "What, like a wedding ring, like your last boyfriend?" Ooh, burn. Betty leaves, and Matt stays. I guess he's already comfortable with her family, then.

Molly's place. She and Daniel are arguing about Derek Jeter. They are not debating whether his defense is overrated, which is a subject upon which I have Opinions, but whether he is attractive. Daniel feels that Mr. Jeter is a good-looking man, but Molly's not interested. Molly complains that Daniel has to go to the office on a Saturday, but he claims the magazine needs him seven days a week. Oh, it does not. It has two Editors-in-Chief, and I'm pretty sure Wilhelmina's better at the job than he is. Molly expresses plans for a walk in Prospect Park, and Daniel freaks out at the idea of poor, fragile Molly taking a step outside her apartment.