T-Bag thanks Synergy and kicks them out of the Boardroom, and as they stand, Allie turns back and starts to cutely promise there will be no more rolling of the eyes, and T-Bag's all, "Just -- just go. Just go. Okay? Just go. Enough." Couldn't have said it better myself.
Inside: "I think it was the right decision," says T-Bag, and his daughter points out that it's just going to get more difficult from here on in, and Bill yelps, "Down to the Final Four!" and shakes his fist with the little wand, jester's head on the end, and cuts a caper. T-Bag's like, "Okay. Done."
Outside: Tammy's disappointed she didn't "make it through the whole process," and now feels she wasn't "supported" by Trump, not a huge supporter of anything but athletics, so could you not get your needy in my peanut butter, but she thinks rightly that he responds more to "big personalities," and that the downfall was that she was a "problem solver" and not a "problem creator," which may be true, but wasn't the problem; the problem was that you failed to execute the task because you didn't think it through or familiarize yourself with the client or the product, and jumped in like you were giving free manicures to market Revenge Of The Sith or some shit. She says that, when it's a non-sales task, Allie and Roxanne will "crash and burn," which I think is maybe likely, but come on: they're all sales tasks now. This was like the one week that was subjective, and it was a landslide anyway. Learn to be real and read a room and not justify that shit to yourself, please -- there's nobody to complain to later, regardless of what you learned in grade school. Watch your own ass because that's what it's for, and you're always gonna have somebody on your six -- and that's what keeps you good.