The sign looks like ass. Hot buttered ass in pink paisley hotpants. Trump says, tangential to the task at hand or indeed any reasoned discourse at all, that "passion breeds success." He asks if Michelle has "a lot of passion," and instead of mowing him down in his tracks with her passion for misused language, she barks, "I have so much passion!" Which... the first thing I would say about Michelle would probably not be "unbridled." It would be "Mind Map," because you know she's all over that shit. She officiates about how their mission is to be a "globally recognized corporation," and goes on a serious word hike. Does she know this is pretend? That it's actually a game show? Carey explains her in terms of her predilection for creating "moments," how everything she does, she does it in the spirit of making it "a moment to remember forever." HA! That's hilarious. The thing is, though, that these qualities are linked, and all they really mean is that her brain goes everywhere at once, like the red-shifting universe all around us, which is just as awesome and useful as it can be a hindrance. Inclusive, expansive, contingent thinking is just as helpful as deductive reasoning, and just as scary if it's the only tool you've got.
Trump brings out the "Mister Philbin" joke again when she calls him Regis, and then Michelle just straight-up shits the bed, indicating to Reege that she's "known him all her life," okay, because he's really old. Strike one. She says they're honored to have him there, abruptly adds Trump to the list of honored guess, and then awkwardly waves one hand at Ivanka: "... and you as well," she says vaguely, weirdly, hilariously. Ivanka gives some brow. Trump and Reege agree that "not winning" is somewhat like "losing," which seems to be the winning phrase this season. Reege screams, "Call me Mister Regis" at them, to defuse the awkwardness of Trump tossing his balls all over the place, and everybody giggles. Smoothly done, Philbin. He also lies about how great their logo is. I will tell you that it is not. It looks like they're selling fruit on the side of the highway. Frank is, of course, really proud of it, and especially -- and without irony -- explains that it "really gets to the point." Which is just so funny, because it's a bullseye, but that's not what he means: "Our team, from here in, we're going to hit the mark every time." If you put Frank and Michelle in a blender you'd have a person who could make sense when they talked, charm without that corresponding greasiness, and intelligence without the negative charisma. I say chuck 'em in.