In a perfect world, after downing that flute (and it ain't the first flute he's downed if you know what we're saying), he would have boozily drawled "Well, how would you like it if I told the board of directors you were IMPOTENT!?" and then thrown back his head, laughed, smashed it into the blazing fireplace, and stood there waiting to be slapped.
Or maybe that's just us.
What's not to love about this episode? Sure, we could expound on the unfairness of it but who doesn't love some good old-fashioned American manufactured drama?
"Hey guys! Howyadoi-- "
"Whoa! EARTH IS SWALLOWING ME AGAIN! EARTH IS SWALLOWING ME AGAIN!"
"Just steps. I'm safe. I'm okay. haha. Who knew?"
"Hey guys! I'm touching a supermodel! HAHAHAHAHA"
Look, did anyone seriously consider them a credible threat to the status quo? They were always weak contenders and bringing them back like this meant they were off their game going into it.
As for the dresses...what is there to say, really?
Only if you follow it with "Scissorhandian."
Call us crazy, but when your model bows her head and silently weeps, there may be something wrong with the dress.
"I thoughtfully included these...um...handkerchiefs for when the shame of what you're wearing in public overwhelms you."
Early '90s, Pretty Woman, Robert Palmer video redux. The end.
Y'know, we could bitch and moan about the unnecessary drama of bringing these two back, but we got to hear Heidi say the magic words "Vincent, you're out." for the second week in a row, and that's just good television as far as we're concerned. If PR season 4 consisted of nothing but the judges kicking Vincent off the runway for 16 solid episodes, we're looking at a surefire ratings winner.