The men file out and Linda says sagely, "There's the difference between men and women: men say it, women feel it." Ehren agrees, and normally that kind of talk gets on my nerves, but the guys were acting so frigging guy the whole time that I kind of agree. Capital Edge's video was moderately exciting, but the only feeling you get from Chris talking is that he's a lot smarter-looking than he speaks. Which isn't true, but he duffed it, bad, and spent the whole time telling them what they were looking at, and how super-awesome it was, instead of, you know, presenting it in any real fashion. Trump comes in, and the judges immediately tell him there's a clear winner. "James" continues to smirk weirdly and I don't think he's a bad chap, but somebody should slap that face right off him. Trump welcomes Randal back to the fold, and asks if everything was "okay." Like, yeah, my grandma had a fabulous time. Randal thanks Trump on behalf of his family, and Trump calls it a great honor, and it's nice.
Linda says that Excel "put a lot of thought into" their campaign, but the problem was that "everything was words." Exactly. Ehren brings up the whole stupid "Green With Envy" thing and Markus fully interrupts both judges to give a gasbag speech about "exactly, exactly" and how that was "exactly [his] problem." Trump looks perturbed as Markus rants on and on about what a terrible idea his team had, and all the guys are stunned and grossed out. Trump asks them if they feel he's being a team player here, and everybody is like, "No way." I would have cobra'd his ass so fast right there. "Markus, you can leave. Now. Walk out of this room and don't look back, my 'multipreneurial' friend."
Linda then brings up the lowercase "Italian," and Trump asks whether or not Team Excel respects Italians. Mark allows that he does, but that he didn't want it to overshadow the L in Lamborghini or the I in Intimidation. Linda says that "at the end of the day" (DRINK!), it's about "making the consumer feel something," and that the Capital Edge video made her heart beat a little faster. Ehren concurs, the women squeal, and the men look destroyed. Duh, Team Excel.