Trump asks Lee directly if he felt the price was too high, and the whole team gets scared and stares at each other like "Here we go," because that's the thing that will point the gun at all of them, because Lee is a dickwad. He admits he was eavesdropping, but not that he asked leading questions, nor that he invented them from whole cloth and there is no such thing as "managers," which are an urban legend. Leslie downplays the nagging about the price, because it was only like a dollar, which would have if anything widened the margin by which they lost, and he didn't really have a plan or strategy, just whining. Charmaine says she was okay with the price because they could always go lower. She goes on a crazy rampage about how it's a wonderful value, because it's a good product, and "It's a sandwich, and it's pizza, so it's two things Americans love..." I mean, seriously. If you're going to shovel bullshit, do it in pearls, you know? Make it a work of art. The whole time she's doing this, her eyes sweep back and forth: George, Trump, Carolyn, Trump, George, Trump. "You're a great presenter!" He says something about wanting some pizza sandwich based on her rhetorical skills, but it sounds like he's actually saying, "I want a piece of her right now!" Carolyn giggles, because if Trump eats one pizza sandwich, he'll die, and she will set into motion her evil plan where she takes out anyone who could inherit at once, all over the country, like in The Godfather, and then she becomes Trump.
The price point was set by "team consensus," they explain, so there's no hook there for anybody in particular, and then Carolyn taps into her hat rage: "It's a fucking 7-Eleven, you morons. Any kid off the street would tell you it's too much. This ain't Fancy Street! Did anybody ask a manager or somebody the average price of a sandwich?" Fuckin' Lee did, and it was $5-6, including a drink. "What were you thinking?" she hisses. Leslie's like, price aside, we had a killer promo item, and we're good salespeople, so we were thinking we would sell some sandwiches. George explodes: "It's a fucking sandwich. It doesn't take specialized goddamned expertise to go sell a sandwich. It's not something you can fucking excel at. It's going to come down to price, always." She agrees, but points out they didn't really have a hard time selling the sandwiches.