The troublesome trio waits, and I notice that Hateful Jim is wearing brown shoes with a black suit.
Keckler: Ewww! Hateful Jim's wearing brown shoes with a black suit! When do you EVER wear brown shoes?
Mathra: With a brown suit.
Keckler: When do you ever wear a brown suit?
Keckler: Oh, god.
Keckler: You wear a brown suit when you're my dad!
In the conference room, Martha and Alexis talk about how difficult this decision is. Oh, please, Martha -- this early on? It shouldn't be that hard. Now, I know you're trying to rebuild your image with the excessive shirt-folding -- wait, that's not a "rebuild," that's status quo. Okay, so with the Sean "The P is in the toilet" Puff Diddily Daddy Combs rap lesson, and the pairing of gold clogs with jeans that make you look exactly like my neighbor, Mrs. Moscovitz, and the "when I was in prison"-dropping, but if you want this show to succeed, you gotta start bringing the bitch. I can certainly give you a chalkboard vocab lesson in that if you want, but I think you already know what I'm talking about. Now, I realize that this show isn't strictly yours and that you probably care more about shoving ponchos around people's necks, but do you really want to embarrass The Donald and The Burnett with such lousy ratings? Do you really want this show to be known as "not a good thing"? You're better than that, Martha -- you need to bring the bitch. Charles and his cigar totally hear me, because Charles (and his cigar) shrug that he thinks it's pretty simple. Alexis snorts in disbelief. Charles explains that HRH PM Jeff didn't follow Martha's directions, so he's the one to blame. Alexis expresses concern about the way Dawn argues with everyone. Martha brings the troublesome trio back in. But before we can find out the verdict, we have to have commercials. You know, to prolong the "suspense."