The Apprentice’ showed us that grammar, punctuation and now, pronunciation are the building blocks of a good leader. This week’s lesson was learned under the tutelage of a man who prayed with Touchdown Jesus and swung with Rollergirl.

Last week, another genius looked foolish by holding themselves above the rest in the face of not being to operate a television and the whimsical excitement of “blizzamarole”. An evil beast who wanted his son and daughter to mate once said, “Ahhhh, Vanity, definitely my favorite sin.” Trump disagreed last week as the maniacally egotistical and utterly worthless Toral got her just reward for failing to don a Zippy outfit citing religious reasons. Thou shalt not zip.

She didn’t go quietly. In her interview with TV guide, she slammed everyone and everything including the man himself. She went after Donald’s chicken suit again and knocked his farmers outfit on the Emmy’s. (I have to agree, both were ridiculous. The ‘Green Acres’ gag was so embarrassing, even I was uncomfortable.) In reference to the previous occupations of some of her co-workers, here’s her take, “I personally find it insulting to be on the same team as a stripper; I'm not sure that I want to be on the same toilet.” Wow, quite possibly the most derogatory insult in reality history. There’s usually a progression of back and forth insults that leads to something like that. The imagery of “sharing a toilet” is something I won’t easily shake.

All water under the bridge as this week we get treated to a walk down memory lane with one of the few people who were in two of the top twenty movies of all time. Mr. John Favreau of ‘Swingers’ and ‘Rudy’ fame has made a move from actor to director. The reasons are obvious, more on that later.

The task is to design a float for the new sci-fi picture that Favreau is directing called ‘Zathura’. Randall joins the girl’s team with some awkward high fives and we’re off.

Nostalgia was not quite the word that resonated when D-Bob entered the frame. The depression was instant and overwhelming. You know when you hear a song from the eighties you used to love but now it annoys you and you start questioning you own mortality (just me?), we’ll that’s what the new look Favreau does. He’s a float all by himself.

As much as it pains me to say, the years have not been kind. It’s safe to say his move behind the camera is not temporary. His weight and his half hearted comb over/forward aren’t doing anything to fuel my ‘Swingers’ nostalgia. I wanted him to start chanting “Rudy! Rudy! Rudy!” I wanted somebody to joke, “I loved you in PCU.” Nothing doing. It just wasn’t the same. He’s moved into a new phase of his life I guess. In retrospect, the signs were there for years. He had a brief stint as Monica Gellar’s boyfriend that she couldn’t find attractive, that’s telling you something. It’s usually the beginning of the end when you get cast in roles like that. I’ll bet that was an uncomfortable conversation with his agent, “Wow, I’m replacing Tom Selleck!?”

“Yeah, ummm, Monica is getting older now so her character isn’t into looks as much anymore. They need somebody who falls just short of dateable.”

(Awkard Silence.)

“Oh, I see…How much does it pay?”

But man, I tell you what, he was good in ‘Swingers’. Good old “Double Down” Trent who tried to do wonders for his confidence but crippled his bank role by forcing him to double down on 11. Good stuff. “Double Down” could have been perfection of alpha male characters. It’s weird that “Double Down” might be dating Rachel as we speak.

(On a totally unrelated and irrelevant note, my buddy Murph once doubled down on a 12 at the Stratosphere in Vegas. A Freaking 12! The dealer yelled “doubling on 12!” so loud, people riding the SlingShot on top of the casino heard it. He, of course, promptly busted and caught a degrading lecture from the pit boss climaxing with an emphatic, “That’s elementary!” It’s been over five years and he still doesn’t have the slightest sense of humor about it.

I’m sure he’ll enjoy seeing it pop up in a syndicated column though.)

The girl’s team unity is a culture shock to Randall. The in-fighting that makes the Capital Edge team purr has him missing Markus. Markus was having woes of his own. He took offense to being delegated the role of lunch lady because sweeping was beneath him. Tracking down wonton was not.

(A 12! Good God that still kills me. It spread like the Ebola virus through the casino. People were pointing and laughing. In fact, from now on, he is “Double Down” Murph to me. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before. I should be ashamed of myself.)

Last year, Chris broke down in tears for his failure to pronounce Solstice; this time around Jen N. mispronounced Zathura five times. That was four too many. At one point, she pronounced it Zimbabwe. She admitted that the scaling was a bit off so they had to do some light “amputation” of the children in Zir-wawa.

Burnett had to step in again and save his beauty queen as both Carolyn and Rancic felt Jen’s failure to read the giant seven letters was enough to send her packing. The Donald was able to let it slide as he did when she almost killed an elderly man. So Kristi, you’re bossy, you’re a negative influence and you don’t represent a large percentage of our teenage male audience, you’re fired!