The funky horn section brings us back to the seaport, home of the Fulton Fish Market, among other things. "We are gonna start sellin' lemonade in the next ten minutes," says Troy, at what we are told is 10:45. They've mixed their Country Time up in a dented metal bucket, so that's...appealing to the eye, if you're used to drinking and mopping. And, you know, drinking what you're mopping. David is holding up a sign that can barely be read from more than five feet away because the letters are outlined instead of filled in. "Come one, Come all" it says, in tiny letters at the top that no one will ever see. "Lemonade," it says, in large but hard-to-read letters. "New York's Best!!!" it says at the bottom, with a quotation mark at the beginning but not at the end. And it has a big curlicue. Wow, that's quite a convincing sign. I haven't seen its equal since the car wash I drove by last weekend. David is holding the sign and yelling, "Lemonade!" Some of the guys do appear to sell a little to truck drivers and construction guys and whatnot, at a buck a cup. A guy who is enjoying the presence of the TV cameras quizzes David about whether the lemonade is really worth his hard-earned dollar. Troy is out hustling, but doesn't seem to be selling much. Bowie says that Troy is "keeping people positive," which is the most important thing. You know, when you're in the middle of failing miserably. Some of the guys give a halfhearted "VersaCorp!" battle cry, but their hearts are clearly not in it.