Bill says it all goes back to the meeting with the executives -- since Trump seems to think that, but also because it's true -- and overrules Charmaine's attempt to interrupt. For once, I wish she'd follow Lenny's instructions and STFU, because I like her more and more every week but she so does not need to talk all the time. Especially in the BR. "That meeting was about asking the right questions. Synergy asked the right questions. These are the people judging you." Lenny, again not getting it: "We're not trying to please the judges." Which is all very nice if you're campaigning for the Bryce Memorial Award for Being A Very Wonderful Person Who Was Raised In "A Certain Way," but has nothing to do with the fact that you're on a stupid game show. Bill's like, "You...want to win, though?" Lenny explains to them very self-importantly that they were "working for the kids," and Trump tries to get him to understand that the kids weren't the ones judging. And I don't really think he's making some huge moral point anyway, because the whole point of having the B&GC guy there was to approve the rooms for use, and somebody affiliated with something called "The Boys And Girls Club" might reasonably be expected to know what works best for Boys and Girls and their Club. Even more than Lenny! Lenny and Lee moralize some more about how, even if it damned them for eternity, they'd still want to make children happy, because they truly believe that children are our future and need to be shown the beauty they possess inside, and behind Lee, Lenny's riding a papier-mâché Jesus on wheels back and forth across the Boardroom while waving an American flag, but for once Trump's not distracted by empty sentiment, because they're talking about money and competition and pleasing clients, which will always win, both with Trump and in actual real life. Trump tells Lenny that plenty of people aren't that into music, and don't really like singing and dancing, and Lenny ham-fistedly tries to play the comedian card -- "You do, right?" -- but it's too little, too late. "Yeah, I'm a great [fucking] singer," Trump scoffs, as Carolyn laughs in a manner that is 70\% "OMG" and 30\% "Awkward Is the New Tasty." Bill explains redundantly that the kids aren't businessmen, and that they're not the ones making business decisions. Lenny interrupts all, "Got it, got it," but I don't know that he really does have it yet. Moral superiority is a tough drug to kick, even in the face of most ruinous reality -- especially when it's so quickly and desperately seized upon.