Funky drums take us back to...more Manhattan skyline. They're lucky I really love New York, or this would begin to wear thin.

And then we're...well, we're back at Trump Tower, where Trump is voicing over that the candidates will live in a suite together and where those candidates are fast approaching. "It's brutal! It's tough! It's business!" Trump says. Upstairs in the Mocked-Up Lobby, the beleaguered Robin sits behind her giant pretend desk, with her pretend phone and her pretend flowers...I think only the chair is real. The gold (duh) elevator doors open, and one of the Leggy Blondes gets off the elevator. I can't reliably tell them apart yet. She walks over and checks in with Robin, announcing that she is Jennifer. Ah! That would make her Leggy Blonde III. Jennifer is, according to her caption, an attorney (booo!), and she interviews that she was the first one there. Which we just saw. I hate overnarration, in case I've never mentioned it. She claims there was a feeling of "scariness." The irony is that as an attorney, she's probably allergic to the word "said" in favor of "indicated," but she can't choke out anything better than "scariness." Next off the elevator is Maria (of Green Jacket fame). And then Andy. And then Leggy Blonde II.

Jazzy horns blare as the elevator doors open to reveal...spectator shoes and the bottoms of bright red pantlegs. Oh, good Lord. Bow Tie Dork, whom you will recall as Raj but who will always be Bow Tie Dork in my heart, sidles up to Robin all, "Hey-baby-hey, wanna see my collection of vintage gas station signs?" You can just see Robin being like, "Dude, are you trying to impress me with the flashy? I work for Donald Trump. He uses powdered diamonds as scouring powder in his tub." Anyway, Raj checks in, and everyone else eyes him like, "Oh, well, this guy is going to be a fucking barrel of laughs." Except for the ones who are jealous of the screen time they know he will get, who are thinking, "I knew I should have worn my suit of armor." Twerpy Andy interviews that Raj "isn't like any other guy." He goes on to say that the closest comparison would be Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack. The thing with Raj's look, though, as was pointed out by Wing Chun as well as some other people, is that it is utterly destroyed by his decision to wear pleated pants. Dude. Those are not sharp! He looks like an old guy going out to play golf. Andy obnoxiously interviews that he hopes Raj will teach him to tie a bow tie, because "those things are P-I-M-P." Yeah. For pimps who teach economics on the side.