The strip club run by the mobster has a seedy underbelly.
To quote the 2001 cinematic classicThe Princess Diaries, No longer does Mia stand for Missing In Action.
finally throws the spotlight on Mia on the show, if not on the actual stage.
Credit: Myles Aronowitz/Starz
Mia stumbles her way through class and blames her mistakes on food poisoning.
(Ivana, who should write a book: Go home with your Salmonella, your egg.)
He tells her to see his ophthalmologist.
The ophthalmologist tells her to see a neurologist, just in case.
That doesnt sound good.
(Imagine this show as a comedy.)
Hows the Dow?)
Traumatized, Mia orders the guy to get out and sinks to the floor in tears.
Neither can Romeo, and he saw it happen.
Another man, obviously.
Some visionary Romeo is.
(I cant believe Claire just managed to turnThe Velveteen Rabbitinto something less than empowering.)
She accepts, and then, confidence at an all-time high, proceeds to slay a company photoshoot.
Toni even releases Claires hair from its tightly bobby-pinned bun.
Then again, as much as I dont trust our Nice Guy, I dont trust Sergei, either.
If he cant go to the ballet, hell have to bring the ballet to him.
Daphne gives Claire some tough love: Honey, its not a date.
Young girls in plain leotards, looking uncomfortable and scared, roam the ship with champagne flutes.
And youre right, but here we all are.
Sergei is not the proper authority to alert in this situation.
There are many girls, Angel, he shrugs.
Who can keep track of them all?
Closer to home, Ross isnt happy that refusing Pauls sexual advances cost him the lead inRubies.
Pauls biggest problem is a literal dump on his pillow.
But the money sends Eduardo an additional message: This pillow is for things that are crap.
Thus concludes Pauls biggest problem of the day.
At least Daphne nailed her fouettes.
