Jeffrey and Ross settled the seemingly endless lighting adebate the only way to decorators that also happen to be domestic partners can be -- with a hot bath.

What do you get the decorator that has everything? Not a fruit bouquet. When Mary was questioning if she could handle her client Dru's taste level ("Taco Bell meets Taco Bell"), the small ceramic house filled with flower-shaped melons answered the question for her. You know what they say, an apple-carved-into-a-daisy-shape a day keeps Mary McDonald away.

When Ireland takes a break she really takes a break. It was hard to choose which was more delightful -- watching Kathryn debate the garlic prawns, listening to her drunk-dial Martyn several purple lemonades in, or finally seeing her resting peacefully poolside, so we have to have it all -- much like she did with the Palms seafood menu.

Martyn Lawrence Bullard has a problem with chocolate, but we have no problem watching him devour an entire box of bon-bons from Ellen Pompeo. Truly delicious.

When arguing it's always best to enumerate your accomplishments versus your opponents, which is why Jeffrey's retort to Ross "Which restaurants have you designed in the world?" was air-tight. You can't argue with that, even if he isn't sharing that finished design just yet.

Kathryn's near ingestion of her Jack Russel taught everyone an important lesson: Always label the jar filled with your dog's ashes, lest your French maid confuse them for Herbs de Provence.

Mary McDonald might not be the best model, but the process of capturing her portrait was a masterpiece. Sure she wants creative control of the face (she saw him draw her "like a beetle once"). Sure she couldn't stop talking. Sure she wanted "a light case of anorexia," but the results were phenomenal, at least according to Mary.

There's no question that Jeffrey and Ross are pretty, but are they supermodel pretty? Watching the boys debate which model they were most like was uber-charming (to channel Claudia Schiffer.

Everything she did was fabulous. Her love of French men. Her drinking habits. How great she looked in those leather pants. Fabulous.

Staff Gone Wild? Not on Martyn Lawrence Bullard's watch. When Joe Francis needed his staff whipped into shape everyone's favorite Brit flew to Mexico and handled it personally, showing people how to press pillows and the whatnot to his personal standards.