Kelly gives a little speech at the post-game dinner, and then he introduces the entertainment. Mr. Tony Bennett! And he sings. And obviously, reasonable minds can differ, but to me, if you bring in Tony Bennett and he doesn't sing "The Way You Look Tonight," you are squandering Tony Bennett, because that is one of the songs on my personal Swoon Tune list, and it's just silly not to provide it. For, you know, my personal amusement. Me, me, it's all about me! But the one he sings is...you know, fine. It certainly gives you opportunities to see dorky rich people chair-dancing, and what's not to like about that? Kelly talks about how much everyone loved hearing Tony Bennett, and how it went so great with the crowd that it souped up the entire event. And in a moment I thought was absolutely lovely, we see Raj and Elizabeth dancing out on the grass, and they're both really good, and they're sort of putting aside the bitchery of earlier, and it's really quite sweet. I have a feeling those are both pretty decent people, even though I couldn't hang out with him because we would argue about Fox News. But over a drink? He would make me laugh. I would dutifully hate myself, of course. ["Oh, Alli." -- Wing Chun]
Anyway, back at the basketball game, Jen and Stacy are walking out together, doing the whole "You're awesome!" "No, you're awesome!" thing. George interviews that he was nervous about Jen's event, but that, in the end, she did a good job with her team. She shares hugs with her team, and interviews that she feels very good about how it went.
At the polo club that night, Kelly is also thanking his team, with a similar lack of warmth, because he and Jen are the two charter members of the Trump Fraternity Of Emotionally Unavailable Potential Apprentices. Carolyn says, "[The polo match] was a success," and adds that while there were some problems, that's to be expected. Or, as she said about Bill last year, "par for the course." And then as he drives away, Kelly has to start talking about the Kipling poem "If," which...is really not about organizing polo matches. I mean, I understand what he's saying, but...just, no. Pretentious use of poetry in inappropriate situations is not flattering to anyone, especially when he's pasty and puffy and hasn't slept in three days and probably has horse poo and grass paint all over him.