Back at Protégé headquarters (located on the sidewalk), Ereka continues complaining about the demands of her leadership role. Sigh. To her credit, Heidi points out that they're not going to get a lot done if they spend the day arguing.
More Manhattan shots, and then we land at the South Street Seaport, where Kwame explains that there will be tourists all day, and he thinks that should be the "main location." Kwame explains in an interview (he's very cute, incidentally) that they were trying very hard to get moving quickly so that they could actually start selling the lemonade. Several of the other guys are on a supply run, and Troy describes their paper-cup-fetching behavior as "the wind beneath the wings." He should cry. Guys in suits crying is always awesome. "We got our feet underneath us, and we ran with it," he says happily in an interview, as we see them buy their stuff and leave with it. Meanwhile, Kwame is talking a vendor into giving them free stuff in exchange for the expectation that the lemonade stand will bring more people around. They get free ice, free cups, and a free bicycle cart to wheel around the lemonade. Kwame brags that this was a big help in avoiding excess supply costs. Also, it gives them an excuse to ride around in the cart. Whee!
Back at Protégé Sidewalk Headquarters, it is now 10:35 AM, and still nothing is getting done. Tammy is demanding that someone tell her what the steps in the plan are. Ereka looks overwhelmed. Amy seems to be stepping forward a little, and she says that she and a couple of other worker bees will go and get the supplies, and then they'll meet up with the rest of them later. Until then? The others should be "marketing." Hee. Presumably, that means standing around on the street saying, "We're going to have some awesome powdered lemonade here on the street later once the supplies arrive -- no, wait, don't leave!" Amy and Kristi wander off to buy stuff, and Kristi interviews that they just wanted to go off and get the stuff purchased, because nothing was getting done with the whole gaggle sitting around arguing. Good point. So Kristi, in her skin-tight green satin tube top (I'm starting to think this show will need a running Tube Top Tally) held up by teeny little straps, and Amy, in her shiny button-down shirt, are off to buy supplies. The other women are wandering somewhere, as Ereka asks if they know where they're going. "You're the project manager," comes a voice from somewhere, not unfairly. "Lead." Heh.
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.