Capital Edge, since they don't have the proles to "blanket the city" like Excel, decides per Alla to just basically drop trou at Union Square and belligerently wiggle their placards at passersby, hoping to intimidate them into calling the number. Felisha spins this as an appeal to the truism that you have to appeal to the masses and "work with people one-on-one." They take a while to get it together, wandering around and talking about the sandwich boards in a very "outside Tassimo Café" kind of way, and with Alla yelling at them. Felisha says that, megaphones gone, they just had to suck it up and "roll with the punches, selling selling selling," and there's more footage of Alla commanding people to call the number. Felisha and Adam get flirty, Felisha begging one fellow to call the number while Adam cutes, "It's delicious." Alla drops one more rung down the ladder of what's okay, actually dialing her cell for people so that they can call it "themselves" and interviewing that they're "not taking no for an answer." If this were American Idol, I'd invalidate every fucking call from her phone, but it's not, and I love her, and without megaphones, I mean…what choice did they really have? Beyond sticking to the task and getting it done, I mean. Felisha begs a dude to "just do this" and Adam gets involved with a disturbing purple woman -- she's entirely purple! -- and Alla yells at another lady to "Dial this number!" We get more interview footage from Felisha about how one person can get the word out, "like, better than a sign," because you can hard-sell them -- remember, she's the real estate one -- on how they have to "Act now!" All three of them now look like cult members. They got them crazy eyes.