Tana explains that their next move was to just cold-call a bunch of casting directors, including independents and ones from agencies. We listen in on an uncomfortable phone call (which John criticizes in an interview), in which Angie apparently fails to convince the woman on the line that it's not some huge scam, because Angie actually manages to get her ass hung up on, which just doesn't happen every day. John points out in that interview that Angie has taken this on to the degree that it's really she who will be "the hero or the goat for this task." I don't want to say that it looks early on like Angie may wind up munching on some shirts, but...well, we'll see.
We now visit with Magna, where Alex, Kendra, and Bren are looking at their trailer and meeting with their spa lady. Bren says that they relied on her expertise, and it seems that the spa lady has some additional ideas for them to put alongside the massage. She suggests a hand treatment table, and she also suggests a fun name. "It's going to be City Spa On The Move," Bren says. Spa Lady gives this spectacularly awesome shrug, like, "Okay, have a boring dipshit name, then."
Back at the L-Pal, Stephanie cleans the kitchen instead of doing any work on the task. Bren calls to tell Erin the name of the business for the purposes of doing marketing, and when Michael finds out that it doesn't have the word "massage" in it, he throws a fit. A big, bullying fit, in which he tries to just talk over Erin -- who's on the Space Communicator with Bren -- until she has to agree with him. But to her credit, she doesn't. Because he's a big jerk. Erin compares it to a five-year-old trying to get his mother's attention and her having to be like, "Mommy's busy." Which isn't a bad comparison, actually. On the phone, Erin orders banners, and then she interviews that getting Michael to do anything except wander around requires constant supervision. Michael eats some pizza, which is a pretty clear demonstration of his usefulness. Or, you know, lack thereof.
At the warehouse, Bren hears from Alex that the rest of the team is at Kinko's working on the logo and whatnot. Bren suggests that that half of the team be asked to provide dinner. Alex says he thinks that won't take long. Bren speaks with Michael on the Space Communicator and asks him to bring dinner out to them, for the team as well as the three techs who are working on the trailer. Michael indignantly complains in an interview that Bren expected them to deliver food. The nerve! Michael and Stephanie -- hard to tell whether Erin is involved -- bitch to each other about being sent to Queens with dinner. Queens! And...come on, idiots. It's Queens, not Detroit. And yes, somebody has to bring dinner. People have to eat. It happens. Is it really that much less dignified than going to fucking Kinko's anyway? Does overseeing the production of flyers really make anyone feel like a titan of industry? These people need to buy some cheeseburgers and shut up.