In the development of The Plot I Don't Care About, Bill teases Amy with the line, "Amy Warnock." Wow, that's...lame, Boyfriend Bill. She throws back her head and cackles anyway. Bill interviews that Nick asked him at one point whether he thought Amy really liked him, and as Bill puts it, he "fed the fire" and told him yes. He doesn't exactly say whether he really believed this or not; he just says that he "enhanced [Nick's] confidence level slightly...he's full throttle." Hee. I have to say, Boyfriend Bill is sexier talking about Nick coming on to Amy than Nick is actually doing it. Nick and Amy chat, and dance, and boogie, and wiggle. I will say that Nick is a more competent dancer than I would have anticipated. The light feet of copier salesmen -- who knew? Katrina blathers about how Nick is never this animated, and so forth. "His downfall is Amy," she says, like she's revealing a big state secret. Amy bubbles in an interview that she indeed thinks Nick has a crush on her, but she hasn't yet stopped to think about how she feels about Nick. It seems to me that if that's how she feels, she might stop with the sex eyes every five minutes until she figures it out, because that's not that nice. "Hey, Nick," she says to him. "You could have kids that look like him -- he's the spitting image of my little brother," she says, pointing to a dark-haired young man. Are we supposed to be surprised by the appearance of that guy? Were you automatically assuming Amy was a natural blonde? Because I certainly wasn't. Bill comments that everyone was kissing and dancing and having a great time, despite the fact that in a short few hours, it would be "full-on war."
A few short hours later, the teams file into the Boardroom, where George and Carolyn await. Then Trump comes strolling in. George is first to give Protégé's results. He thinks they "did very well." They sold $6283 worth of water. That's about eleven pallets, give or take one, I think. You can account for a good bit of it very easily -- five went to the guy who didn't want to be unreasonable, one went to the guy who took the twenty a week for four weeks, I think one went to the guy who Troy offered to help move stuff to make room for it, and probably one or two went to the amalgamation of little bars and restaurants they hit. VersaCorp, on the other hand, brought in about $4015. That's roughly seven pallets. You know Boyfriend Bill sold three of them just about single-handedly -- the one to the nightclub guy and the two to the "buzz" people Ereka was in the middle of turning off. Trump turns to Ereka and asks what happened. "We pushed it, we really did," she insists. George explains that Protégé won the task with two sales to distributors, which accounted for more than half their sales -- about $3400. That's only about six pallets, so it appears that the majority of the money came from the one guy Troy did so well with who bought the five pallets at the truckload price. Though I guess they were worth a little less than five regular ones, come to think of it, so there are...maybe two or three other ones? Anyway, Troy made the majority of the Protégé money, and he made a lot of it with that one sale. That one five-pallet guy gave them easily a third of their take for the entire three days, I think. George tries to call Troy the "hero" of the distributor sales, and Troy carefully redistributes the credit among himself, Amy, and Heidi. That's one of the really nice qualities in Troy, I think -- he does have a huge ego, but he's confident enough that he doesn't have to have all the credit all the time. He shares credit very easily and very comfortably, and that's what makes it more credible when he calls people out for doing poorly, as he did with Jessie, or for acting ridiculous, like Katrina last week when she was all mad as a wet ham.