Rebecca, watching Trump personally fuck her life up, smiles beautifully and scarily, and walkies to James to get the show going right fucking now. She suggests having Pete "run in from the crowd and hop onstage," which I like. Chris interviews about how Rebecca is awesome, "you never see her sweat," how she's the best at organization, how the best leaders "assemble the team, delegate responsibility, and execute," and we see Rebecca doing just this, sending Toral to get Jake Glaser, and everybody's awesome and well-oiled. James walks Pete through how they are starting things immediately, how Pete needs to get funny now, and Pete's of course pissed, and James interviews, laughing, how Trump did all of this, how the comedians were all getting their greenroom on and now they have to be like Go Go Go, and comedians do not respond well to this, because they are neurotic head cases one and all, and Pete's like, "You want me to go on right now and make some kind of weird announcement?" Word. He pissily suggests that James do that his damn self, quite rightly because they shouldn't see him before he comes on for his act, and James -- still not 100\% on the factors here -- agrees.
Carolyn and Trump, who don't realize they have about three quarters of the whole scenario here, hushedly pronounce that the whole thing seems kind of disorganized. Donald, I'm speaking to you now: YOU DID THAT. YOU. BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW THE PLAN. YOU ARE NOT QUALIFID TO MAKE THIS CALL. YOU ARE THE OUTBACK GUY OF THIS. And I can guarantee you that the VIPs and guests don't know the diff, and if they did notice, they'd know it was you that did that. Hazy Shade introduces Jake, who talks about his mom and how she's smiling down right now, and he's a good speaker: loose, friendly, good-looking, not crazy. Hazy Shade introduces Pete, who looks totally obnoxious, then launches into George, calling him a lady, and very old, and totally rides George into the wall, and George loves it. Chris? Does not. He's utterly stressed by the effect this will have on Rebecca. I love Chris. Onstage, Pete's like, "He's laughing! It's okay. He might kill me but "
Rebecca walkies to Chris about the goodie bags and Chris says, "Put a smile on your face, because George is doubled over laughing." Like she knows the difference between a smile and the grimace of intense will. The next comic ascertains that George and his totally adorable wife have been married for 53 years -- everybody claps, of course -- and he jokes around with them for a while, all, "Where did you go for your anniversary? Applebee's?" And the kick-ass reply is, "No, Africa." I would like to have dinner or Thanksgiving with George. He exudes this gravitas that I feel like if I saw him across a restaurant I'd think, "I like and respect that very old man." Comic guy is like, "So...how do you top that?" Then he asks if George and his wife ever try role-playing, like maybe George could dress up like a maid for his wife, and Jake Glaser laughs the laugh of a trust-fund kid who's seen worse things than even that.