I really can barely stand to recap Stacy's excited, self-congratulatory, obnoxious retelling of her "Enron" comment, but the one consolation is that this moment, more than any other, makes it entirely clear that she has absolutely no idea how hateful she is, how contemptible her behavior has been, or how badly she's going to come off. The smugness she is showing in this scene resonates nicely in light of how shocked she probably is right now to find herself so thoroughly reviled. Whatever she obviously was certain would seem adorable and feisty about her is, needless to say, not working. Ah, well, Stacy, enjoy your five minutes on the C-list before you're demoted to the F-list, where you will find such past luminaries as Heidi, Tammy, and Katrina. If you're lucky, six months from now, you'll show up on the Fug Blog at a Kate Spade purse showing, holding a martini glass and sporting an ill-advised pink outfit that makes you look like a walking Bonne Bell Lip Smacker.
Aaaanyway, after everyone gets through congratulating Stacy on her Enron comment (which she pretty much coerces them to do by telling it with such relish and satisfaction -- it's not like they can say, "Well, that sounds kind of ass, really, is that all you said?"), Kevin interviews that having Pamela leave caused the women's team to "gel." Which makes sense, because people this obnoxious and lacking in merit of their own aren't really capable of bonding over anything except the bad things that happen to others. Kevin says that obviously, the women pulling it together is bad for Mosaic, but he's not worried. "I don't think anybody on the guys' team is afraid of seeing the A-game from the women." I don't think the Miami Dolphins are afraid of seeing the A-game from the women. (And...have you seen the Miami Dolphins recently? Apex could beat them. At football.)
In the suite, Mosaic has a team meeting in which John talks about his plans to do a great job delegating, because as it turns out, John has been drawn by lot as their PM for the task. He interviews that you never know what to expect from the tasks, but he felt like he "had a lot of support." In the meeting, Raj says somberly, "When you're delegating tomorrow, give me something...good." There is some chuckling over this, and John tells us in an interview that he likes Raj. Going off to bed, Raj shakes John's hand and says, "Oh Captain, I will give you my allegiance tomorrow." As we sail away on, you know, the Dreadnaught. Raj is the kind of guy who will one day be beaten to a bloody pulp by a large man in a John Deere hat who yells, "How do ya like that, ya pipe-smokin' dipshit?" the entire time.