Frank, in the kitchen: "Are you KIDDING ME?"
He's so wise for being so young. And so unwise.
Into the BR! Andie's dressed like a crazy yet boring soccer mom, speaking brightly. As they enter, Kinetic isn't happy, and I'm pleased to report that James is still indefinably gross. Angela looks for Ivanka's usually sultry glance and finds only a cold hard stone, which causes her to cry and process yet more emotions. Don't blink, don't whine, and don't run from a Trump. That's death.
Trump: "Angela, you went to Harvard, won gold medals in the Olympics, and yet you keep losing. What's the problem? Why can't you apply those unrelated skills to the nonexistent skillset that this show is about? You've got a minimal amount of personality, like any jock, and that's good... but what about the rest of it?"
Angela: "Mr. Trump, we lost by $7,000. I don't want to say that the supernatural is involved... "
Trump: "You lost by 23%! That's the same number, but expressed as parts-to-one-hundred using a fraction in which we divide the other team's total as the denominator into your own team's total as the numerator, then multiply it by a hundred!"
Angela: "Mr. Trump, exactly. I didn't take Calculus, but you're right: that is a much bigger loss than I understood before. My theory is that Nicole gave us a losing concept, then tied me up and put me in a broom closet on the grounds of Universal Studios for the remainder of the task. I think that she did this because she is crazy."
Trump: "So you're blaming Nicole for the loss?"
Angela: "One of her personalities, yes."