Thom Filicia! I'm so stupidly in love with him, the idea of him, the nerdy pot-smoker laugh, the whole thing. No idea why. Wish it were otherwise, frankly. So Randal gives this speech with that Annie Lennox emo music about how autism is an epidemic, and we cut to six shots of wondering and touched faces and Randal saying not really anything. Mark interviews that Randal is a veritable "rock star for autism," which I totally thought that was the guy from the Vines, but then he gets all poetic and loveable: "In a carnival atmosphere, you see a man committed to autism," he says, and that it was "very moving" and that Randal "did an outstanding job." Randal talks about hearing about mothers and fathers of kids who grow up without the ability to say "I love you" to their parents, and...I'm not made of stone. Thumbs up on Randal there. This whole bit is kind of Frankenbyted around, I think, because we cut to Jerry O'Connell, bored, and then somebody who's touched and smiling, and then Trump, bored, with a big dumb baseball-headed mascot dude off to the side, and then this ridiculous dead guy with insanely stupid Goth hair floating like a ghost before the riot of color that is the Outback sign, looking Photoshopped from a Joy Division bootleg video (not to mention imminently slappable), and then lots of people clapping.
Trump congratulates Randal for having "it" under control, and shakes his hand, and Josh draws imaginary parallels between Trump and Randal, and then there's a crazy meta moment as Josh talks about how "It was real, it wasn't scripted and it wasn't rehearsed," but the wack thing is how totally scripted and fake he sounds and looks saying this. Sugar Ray -- but not the bad one -- is there some more, and Jerry O'Connell is totally tooling it up, and Jerome Williams is there with his insane veneers, and more Thom and a tiny blonde lady, and they auction some kind of Sugar Ray thing for $, then $$, then $$$, et cetera. Auctions. Always exciting to watch. And watch. And watch. Singer's loving the money for all the auction items, and tells us she's pleased about the autism message being all out there and well-spoken and touching, but neglects to mention how very way ahead of herself she's been getting for the last two episodes, and the Sugar Ray thing ends up at $3000, and Trump leaves, but we don't, and even Singer seems kind of bored.