Donald wheels out good old George, who is looking really, really good. There is a thunderous standing ovation for George, which warms my heart. In other news, it's now blatantly raining at the Hollywood Bowl. Off-camera there are probably beanbag snipers all, "Don't indicate through gestures or facial expressions that it's literally raining on Trump's literal parade, or we're taking you out." Trump asks George for advice, and George is like, "You're... great? Certainly. You're both extremely talented. James, though, you also kinda suck because you don't know what you're doing. Stefani, I think also either you are a whiny girl wallflower, or else a killer assassin. I'm thinking assassin though." He tells Donald it's a tough choice, offers no help for him at all, and abruptly vanishes. Trump goes on some kind of weird thing about how "isn't that voice familiar?" and "I've heard that voice before," and whatever, he's killing time, and he's like, "Okay, let's do this. The thing we were already doing until I interrupted to show Carolyn that I still like George? Let's go back to doing that. But like decisively." Ivanka fully snaps to and stares them down, the second she's off the leash. "QUESTION," she says.