Trump points out that Synergy won despite having no cheerleaders and no cash booth and no "this or that" (even though he just named it all) -- "But how come they won? How come they sold more?" Carolyn: "Uh, because that's what they did. They sold." After an ugly little moment where Trump mangles some Yiddish in an attempt to bond with Lee, Carolyn asks them what their "incentive to buy" was. Lee, of course, says the price, and Carolyn says that Synergy had delivery on their hands. Trump yells some more about the eating contest, because he's proud of having thought of that, except for how it's not like every single person was involved in the eating contest, you stupid old man, so maybe those ten people wouldn't buy food, but that's called a loss leader. Lee: "We had thousands of people in front of our tent..." Trump, in this kind of awesome Triton, King of the Sea voice: "I don't care." He dismisses them, and Lee stops at the door. "This is my third time being PM, second time in three weeks. I step up. I can't win them all. But at least I try." I would have pulled a gun out from under the table. There's sales ickiness and then there's just pathos. This kid was raised by wolves. Begging is not being ballsy, it's being weak. Carolyn looks him up and down, hilariously, thinking how tacky that was, and Trump's response is accidentally a repeat of what Lee just said: "I guess you can't win them all, huh?"

They leave, and Carolyn scoffs. "Well. That sounded desperate." George is like, "Yikes." He tells Trump that GR "screwed up royally," had the wrong price, and was grotesquely overconfident and suffering from gender estrangement. Or, you know, something like that. Trump laughs about how Carolyn has "some strong feelings," he can tell, and she's just pissed about how Michael called them to compromise on the cheerleaders. "There is no competitive edge. I can't get behind that one." I love when she's like this, like when she wanted to scratch Tarek's face with her fingernails for setting up that shitty putting green.