Allie smarms to us that, as women, she and Allie are simply "more in touch with fashion," flying directly into the culottes thing like a bird into the sun, and gives a great example: "The suite keepers -- there's no way the men would have come up with the culotte idea!" Or indeed, anyone not in league with the Devil! The suite keepers are scared shitless during this conversation with Allie and Roxanne. Roxanne just looks tired. ["I, meanwhile, thought it was an obvious editing fake-out at this point, like, of course the team that attempted the culotte is going to lose -- except, psyyyyych!" -- Sars] Ivanka appears and they greet her unctuously, and she asks if they've chosen a Project Manager yet. Don't attack the Girl Power! Which is now wearing culottes, in the grapes. They giggle and mince around, and Ivanka's like, "How about you do that fucking right now, commies?" Allie says she'd like two wins under her belt, and interviews to us that there is now literally no difference between the two of them, so it doesn't really matter. Gross. She floats this giant lie to Roxanne -- "It's like we're co-PMs!" -- and they hug across a table. But, like, it's not a lie so much as deeply naïve, because one is always the loneliest number, and next week or this week, they're going to be split up. I think it's a fear-of-confrontation thing with them, if you're going to assume that being women has any bearing on what happens here, and I don't say that because they are women, but because of the shit they pulled on Tammy last week, which was passive aggression at its ugliest.
Weekly Wisdom -- and get ready to dodge those anvils we discussed -- "Work Vs. Friendship." T-Square tells us that it's always great to have friends in business, but that you can't let it "hurt your goals" or "hurt your business." Which is...self-evident. He tells some assembled audience of the bilked that waaaaaaaaaay back when he was in total debt up to his eyeballs, his "friends" were "happy" about his misfortunes. Um, Trump? Those are not "friends." Those are bitches. Wait, actually, I take that back, because when you're playing on that kind of chessboard, poor-on-paper but still rich, the whole money thing is a game anyway, so it's like being secretly overjoyed that you beat for friend at racquetball. Or else I'm giving him and his cronies too much credit. His point is valid, though, that you can separate out ruthlessness in business from letting it get personal. Which is a point made eloquently in the credits of the show each week. But the anvils must fly, no matter what, and the problematic relationship between women being such a primary focus this season, you might as well be forthright about it. "I fought like hell and beat the crap out of them with my success!" he Gekkos, and the crowd goes wild and turns on each other, howling wordlessly and stripping the fatter ones for meat.