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Credits. It occurs to me that a good way to wind up with a final six I don't give a rip about is to start with an opening eighteen I don't give a rip about.
New York, night. Buildings. And up in S5, the ACWDW. Ivana is frying something for dinner in the sizzling skillet representing the position she will one day occupy beside her dark master, and Kelly asks her why they're waiting around for three people, when they outnumber them anyway. Hell, yeah, eat the food. It's not like you have to make some kind of pretense of giving a good goddamn about anyone other than yourself. It's just not that kind of season. Ivana chuckles and walks off, wearing pink pants and a black jacket that just...well, really, there's no need for pink pants, practically ever. Especially if they have horizontal black pinstripes. As the group discusses dinner, there is much careful attention to the way Kelly is setting the table for the seven who will remain after three return from the Boardroom. After, you know, one person is fired. Get it? GET IT? Ivana continues to fuss over dinner. Jen makes a bold prediction to us that Andy, Sandy, and Maria will come back, and that Wes will be fired. With a little smile, she acknowledges that "the Boardroom can be unpredictable." Her hair is carefully arranged over her shoulder at all times.
Sandy glides through the door, with Andy behind her. As Andy strides into the kitchen, he says, "He fired two people." The rest of the folks look stunned. There is even gasping. Sandy says that when she and Andy got back, everyone realized that there were six of them, and they were the final six. I keep hearing how smart they are; I guess that's your proof. Sandy goes on to inform us that now that there are six left, it's time to "break from the pack." There is the obligatory "and then there were six" toast around the table, because it's always nice to pretend you don't hate everyone, even when you totally do. Sandy decides to pick at a scab by asking the rest of them whether they anticipated that she would make it this far. Ivana admits that she wouldn't have thought so. AWKWARD. Sandy interviews that she's the only one there who doesn't have a college degree, "technically." What it means to have "technically" no degree, I'm not sure, as I felt like I went from having no degree to having a degree during a ceremony where they handed me a paper thingy that was all, "You have a degree," so I'm not sure how one "technically" lacks one, but I suppose it's one of those qualifiers that is sometimes employed for no particular good reason. Sandy points out, though, that her lack of education hasn't hurt her none; she can read the writing on the wall. Or something. She thinks her educational status won't "play a toll." Among the classes she did not "technically" take, it would seem: English. Kevin assures Sandy around the dinner table that Trump wants leaders, and they're all leaders. Even, apparently, Ivana, who, in my opinion, couldn't lead a pack of wild dogs with a steak tied to her ass.