The guys move on to the topic of the sandwiches themselves. Penn thinks it can't hurt to make a good sandwich and sell a lot of them. Though Dee thinks they have lots of name recognition in the group and could make several sandwiches, Penn advises them to pinpoint the branding on Choppers. They will basically have one sandwich that customers can change up depending on their tastes. The guys agree on this strategy and make their way to the deli.
Forte. Former Miss Universe Dayana Mendoza is excited to be working with Patricia, who has basically been her idol since she was a model back in Venezuela. Similar to the guys, Patricia suggests a carnival atmosphere (though it's more Carnaval than circus). Victoria tells her they'll need permits, and Patricia says blithely, "Let the police come." For obvious reasons, Victoria doesn't really want to get the police involved. The carnival idea gets squashed, and Debbie suggests a red carpet idea. They'll have a red carpet and a live performance from Debbie. Victoria continues to point out the flaws in everyone's plans without actually making any useful suggestions of her own, but Lisa for one is not willing to stand up the Boss's daughter -- "no horse heads in the bed for me!"
As for the sandwiches, they want to pick the most recognizable team members to use as inspiration. They think Teresa will make for a nice spicy Italian creation, Cheryl could offer up something diet-conscious, and Debbie would inspire something all-American. Aubrey sits back, disgusted (her word) that the others don't see what a BFD she is. She was in third-rate girl group Danity Kane! She's on Twitter! (She claims to have the most followers, though as of today that's not true -- Teresa has 35,000 more followers than her.) Also? Perhaps you shouldn't be bragging about being "recognizable" when you have such painfully generic sexpot looks and just dyed your hair flaming red, thus rendering yourself unrecognizable.
Unanimous arrive at the "deli," which is actually Cafe Metro. It's kind of funny calling something on par with Au Bon Pain a deli, but whatever. Paul starts calling shots. They make a sandwich with about 40 kind of meats. George writes down the ingredients and reads them out in a soft-spoken voice. Paul acknowledges George (or as he likes to call him, "Star Track [sic]") isn't the typically "aggressive" kind of guy he hangs out with (derive subtext from that as you wish). To be fair, it's mutual. George doesn't think tattoo-covered Hell's Angels type Paul "is the kind of person who inspires you to get out there and do your best. He's just a... [grunts]." Paul seems to think George is spacing out (pun intended) and says gruffly, "I'm not takin' no bullshit." George = horrified. Yeah, these two are going to end up hating each other or becoming road tripping best buddies together. I kind of hope it's the latter because... imagine!