The execs at Trump Vegas are terrifying in a multidimensional way. They're scary in the Old Vegas Man way of maybe they'll kill you; they're scary in the way where they're one hundred years old and are so soul-dead that they're willing to be associated with Donald Trump; they're scary because I've always been afraid of Statler & Waldorf, whom they strongly resemble; and most importantly, one of them looks like the scariest person ever captured on film, Lash Canino from The Big Sleep, about whom I still have like one nightmare a year. He's so scary-looking in that movie! James gets to suckin' immediately about how amazing it is to sit in a room with totally gross, decrepit murdering gangsters and talk about how the biggest penis in Vegas is not enough, because for Trump, the new goal is two giant penises. That's how in over his head Donald Trump is: two penises' worth. James refers to them as the "twin towers," which is something of a misstep in my opinion, and then asks then what the "inspiration" was for the two giant towers. They're like, "Really? Because it's Donald Trump. I mean... did you not know about how he has this issue with himself?" Then they totally lie about how Trump was even the architect on them, in some ill-defined way, and I get tired of this.
Meanwhile Kristine is asking the builders at Tower II all manner of questions about materials, numbers, dollar amounts, product knowledge. While this is happening, Nicole stares stupidly into space with that stupid hardhat on and too much mascara, sucking on her cheeks. Kristine's like, "Bwuh? So she's apparently such an expert that she is just going to stand in one place and feel the answers to these questions? I don't want to go home, but Nicole's brand of 'winging it' on tasks does tend to take out better players each week, with like unerring accuracy." Kristine points out how this is the last task for them both, because the losing team will be sent home, and if they don't, fourteen minus twelve still means there's going to be a Final Four and then the finale, unless four people get fired this week. As they actually should, but whatever. Kristine laughs to the builder man and tries to get through to Nicole; no dice.
Kristine: "Builder man, I am so sorry about all the questions and product knowledge, but we learned from Mr. Trump! He never stops asking questions!" (Emphasis hers, vector Nicole.)
Nicole: "... "
Builder Man: "I acknowledge and respect your desire to know the product you'll be marketing."
Nicole: "... "
Kristine: "Oh, we're not marketing it or creating a campaign or anything, we're just creating a strange lack of video and an almost impenetrable oral presentation."
Builder Man: "Really? Because from what I heard... "
Nicole: "OH MY GOD! Remember when Tim kissed me in the pool and then I threw a fit and was rude to everyone on Arrow for hours, but then acted hurt when they didn't care I was gone!? And remember when we were on that, like, totally awesome jet?! If I ever have a baby I'm going to dip it in gold! Tim and I will have one hundred babies! I think I'm getting some split ends. I'm gonna take a nap. Do you have a buck for like a sandwich? If I throw myself down a flight of stairs, will you come sit by me in my coma? Would you cry if I died? Please say yes."
Kristine: "Wait, what were you saying?"
Builder Man: "Never mind. Get her out of here. My God."