Ugly Betty Episode 210 Recap: “Bananas for Betty”

But Henry doesn’t feel like being fun, and gets up to leave. The only trouble is he backs into a tray of flaming drinks and succeeds in setting his arm on fire. Well, that’s fun. At least for everyone watching. He douses his arm with a pitcher of drinks, and I’m not so sure alcohol would be the way to put out a fire, but Henry’s smarter than me so he probably knows best.

Then he storms out, telling Betty she can go and dance with Rico, because he’s “never gonna be that guy.” Don’t worry, Henry. He’s never gonna have your triceps.

Back at Wili’s place, Marc finally picks up one of the phones that have been ringing like crazy. He’s surprised to hear that Betty White wants to speak to Wili.

We see Dame White herself on the phone from her hospital bed, saying that other than having had to fight a rat for her fingertip, she’s doing surprisingly well. But she did lose a lot of blood, having stopped to sign some autographs. Wili sucks up to her by saying this is jut an example of how devoted she is to her fans.

Betty White: I adore them. Except for the few sickos who write lesbian fan fiction about me and Bea Arthur.

But she’s all over the fan fiction about her and Rue McClanahan.

Betty says she knows Wili must feel terrible, so she wanted to call and forgive her. Wili asks if she’d mind forgiving her on national television.

Cut to Deputy Leo patrolling the ransacked halls of Mode. Amanda pops up behind him and blasts a shot close to his crotch. She says that shot was for Halston. The she blasts for other offenses, such as not holding the elevator and wearing yellow spandex, each shot getting perilously close to the family jewels.

This fervent hatred soon leads to them making out. Just like on a real battlefield. The only problem is that Alexis comes up behind them and blasts Amanda away. This hardly deters her, and she goes back to thrusting her tongue down D.L.’s throat.

Back at the bar, Betty is trying to reach Henry on her cellphone, saying she understands if right now he’s not feeling so bananas for Betty. But then she looks up and sees him on the dance floor.

He’s wearing just his undershirt, and his hips are starting to gyrate sensuously to the music. But then he busts out these flygirl moves that morph into a Russian Cossack dance. It’s kind of like watching West Side Story and Fiddler on the Roof at the same time.