Nicole gets very Jamesian about how this was a "Dream Team" for this particular task we've already been through once. She points out how balanced they were: Frank led the raw materials and directing, Nicole edited, "everybody stepped up." Trump asks her to sell Frank out, and she obliges with her usual backhanded compliment, how he's "passionate" and though he comes across as "loud and extreme" (and crass, and ignorant, and impolite... ), he at least gives his all. Frank tries to one-up her about how they "hit the mark" and how their skills complement each other somehow, and I guess seeing the two of them in isolation, they are opposites in a lot of ways, not identical like I thought. That's cool. Surya... sigh. Surya babbles at length and calls Frank a "master" of "putting together scenes," and then manages to chow down on his own foot harder than Nicole an hour ago, about how Frank really should have been a mechanical engineer at NASA. If only the dynastic wealth-propagation machine known as higher education had been available to Frank, perhaps that would be true, but instead it exists to keep as much money as possible in the hands of the already rich, while denying nearly everybody else the knowledge and opportunities that most Americans deserve. So Frank's version of NASA, because his dad doesn't have a lot of money either, is a business he started when he was fourteen, with his bare hands. Like a beast. Also, Surya adds, Nicole was very good in the editing room. You know? Maybe it was the actual editor that sucked, and not the ideas of how the editing should go. There's something interesting to think about. Then Trump and everybody else takes a deep breath before continuing on to Tim. Tim calls them both "team players" that accept and deal with all team input; he then graciously reminds everybody, including himself, that this is all about them. Trump asks if they lost, and Tim shakes his head with a great deal of certainty, reiterating that this was a Dream Team.