Skyline porn. We arrive at the gold-plated Trump Tower, where the candidates make their way into their pretend suite. This year, their pretend suite is Suite 5, instead of Suite 4. It looks an awful lot like Suite 4, though. They all admiringly walk around their new faboo pad, enjoying the cheap-ass furnishings that are really attractive and are carefully designed to have a shelf life precisely as long as they are intended to be on camera. "This is bigger than my dorm room," Andy comments. What, the apartment? Hilarious. Shut it, Harvard. As everyone does introductions, Andy comments on Raj's pants, calling them "on fire," as opposed to "inadvisably pleated." As Raj and Pamela meet, he tells her how intimidating he finds it to talk to a woman who's a lot taller than he is. I hate that so much. Do guys think women aren't bright enough to get the difference between a genuine statement of insecurity and that kind of smirking, condescending bullshit? Because we are. And I know that, even though I'm not tall. "Get used to that feeling," Pamela says with a gregarious smile just because she can, and this is where I just know Sars starts to love her a little bit. He tells her he's going to "wear platform shoes like Joseph Stalin." I didn't even know Joseph Stalin wore platform shoes. Just another similarity between him and Tom Cruise.

They find the champagne, and someone actually says, "Ya-hoo!" Oy. As they all share a toast, Wes says, "I toast to the men dominating the women." Yeah. You know, if he had just been talking about winning, that would be one thing, but there is indeed an especially asshole slant to choosing the word "dominating," and it's not lost on the women. Which is surprising, considering that many things have apparently been lost on the women up to this point, including everything their parents ever taught them about dressing for a job interview. The music deflates, and the women's faces deflate, and Ivana essentially interviews that she's not sure what Wes's deal was with that line, but she didn't appreciate it. He takes a swig right from the bottle (real polite when a bunch of people are sharing, like, way to mark your territory with backwash, Fang), and we are at our first break.