Nicole makes her awful martyr faces and screams at the camera about how this is all Kristine's fault, if she goes home, and meanwhile inside, Kristine admits that she left Nicole sleeping because she's an asshole, and when Trump asks if she did the brochure, she cops to it. And the video. And everything. Because that was the deal, and Nicole's was the magic. And just then, who comes sweeping into the room with the most malicious, victimized, whiny screaming but Nicole. "Well, it's not ours!" she shrieks. Like Trump is going to cosset her for failure. Fucked-up priorities. This is what I was talking about with Frank before: you haven't lost yet, bint, stop making excuses and blame-shifting when your team is still in the running. It's more important to her to somehow "take down" Kristine for the number than it is for her to win. It's more important for her to be victimized somehow than it is for her to be victorious. "It's not a even a Trump affiliate, to be honest with you," she huffs and harrumphs and bitches, as she sits. Cobra. First of all: not true, moron. Second of all: not the point, and you should be backtracking like hell to point out that the phone number is meaningless. Nicole offers Trump the opinion (she was sleeping, so it's not a verifiable fact) that Kristine herself mistyped the number that is not actually a wrong number. Trump can only repeat himself in the face of all this nasty neediness: "I liked the brochure, but the presentation sucked."