Adam, again fucking up, tries to clarify about how he can't give somebody an exemption if he thinks they did a "below-par job," and I can only imagine the Alla eye-roll at this one, because you know what's going to happen now. Talk about undermining the whole thing. I bet Alla finds Adam pretty annoying right now -- at least Felisha keeps her trap shut and lets Alla play this game. I mean, I guess Adam thinks they're having an actual conversation, but wouldn't it be smarter to let her blow some smoke and negotiate something other than an actively-hostile issue here? So Clay, inevitably, retreats to a safe, put-upon place, flounces up with his hands in the air, and jumps around like a little girl: "We are done." He bows at the waist to Alla and exits, pursued by a bear. God, he's obnoxious. Clay, it's REALLY not about what you think it's about. I'm kind of miffed myself, because I wanted to see where Alla was going with this. How do you get from "it's the Boardroom, stupid" to "next task, please"? I've never seen anyone complete this pass with Clay, and I wanted to know how you would do it.

It's 6:30 the next morning, and Clay -- who always looks incredibly hot in the morning -- is making a fruit salad while looking incredibly hot. The phone rings, and it's Rhona: can they get ready in two hours? Clay hops up and tells Randal they're going to Trump Modeling and Management, and they talk about how fun and exciting that idea is. And it is. Clay's so cute every morning, before he takes his sadness and persecution pills.

Trump introduces Miss Universe, who for all we know lives in his stupid office, to the Viceroys. Carolyn smiles at her like maybe she's retarded or on the verge of a seizure, and Miss Universe is wearing a necklace made of wooden beads as big as croquet balls. After being introduced, Carolyn smiles awesomely in a way which manages to say everything you're thinking, starting with: "Look out, Melania."