But she will not! Her voice climbs, clambers, pinwheels into the stratosphere until they have to get dogs in there to translate. She wanted people to "feel like something was going on," she wanted to "create excitement." "At Wal-Mart." You say you want me to feel like something is "going on" at Wal-Mart? My first thought is always going to be "avian flu." Biggie T calls her environment a "cheap, third-grade liquor lounge." Which is such a fucking awesome thing to say that it KILLS me he did not hear or understand what he himself just said. It's almost more disappointing when you're impressed with him. If I'd had the forethought to open a speakeasy, in the third grade, no doubt beanbag furniture would have been a key design element. Allie laughs, but T-Boz doesn't know why, because he is talking out his ass and not even trying to be clever or funny.
Tammy yackity-yacks about how "husbands and kids" don't like to shop, which means that if they happen upon this display, they're going to be in supplication to the mom, who's already adding up totals in her head and annoyed to be at Wal-Mart, and...Tammy no, no girl, no. T-Rex tells her it was also tough to find out how much the units cost, and she cops to that -- just that -- as her failure as a team leader. However, she should not be fired, because responsibility for the whole shitty thing fell to her, and she couldn't count on her team. T2: Judgment Day is all, "And the signage?" Which is the one time this episode for that word that puts it over the edge. Did I ever tell you about bolus? God.