James: "Team Fairly Middlin' was pretty good, the brochure was awesome. It was supposedly missing the right number, though it wasn't, and that doesn't matter anyway... "
Trump: "I know, right? That's terrible. Right, Nicole?"
Nicole: "The reason I'm grinning in a sickening fashion is that having once again gotten everything I wanted without any fucking accountability at all, I get to blame somebody else for something. Kristine put that number on there: I was asleep all night, doing nothing on the task."
Trump: "And yet Nicole, Kristine thinks that's shitty! I agree it's weird, to expect you to do any real work on a task, but let's ask her."
Kristine: "She didn't focus on the task at hand, and in fact she vocally made that her entire part of the task: ignoring me, the job at hand, and anything I said or did, which is everything, with no sleep or support. Including the brochure you liked until a second ago."
Nicole, nastily: "I don't think that's an issue, to be completely honest."
Kristine: "You weren't in the game. You were asleep on a couch. I could tell that you weren't the same Nicole I'd been working with, because you weren't unceasingly squawking and honking about Tim and roller skates and how fucking gorgeous you are."

Trump: "Your brochure is way better than Heidi's, and your video is better. But there was a wrong number that was neither wrong nor necessary, and we've decided that even still, it's the ultimate sin, but it's 100% better-looking."
Heidi: "Yeah, it totally is. By the way, I'm going to try things Nicole's way by talking down my own team in way that makes me look weak, which as a woman is my only source of strength. I will try this shit once and only once, because it makes me feel like I've soiled myself."
Trump: "... Mmmmyou lost me. ... So, having made no point and gone around and around in logical circles for awhile, I've become bored with dicking Kristine around. Heidi, whose fault is this disaster?"
Heidi: "This is a question with a complex answer, because life is complex even if you are not. Instead of working with that fact, I'm going to try to say the complex thought over and over again, each time you interrupt me. This is because I'm totally freaked out."
Trump: "... Mmmmyou lost me."

Heidi: "Frank gets very excited, and probably...Frank, I'm being honest here. I'm just trying to be honest, not to --"
Frank: "Go right ahead, Heidi. I'm not interrupting, I haven't said a word yet."
Heidi: "Right, I'm... Where was I? Frank, I'm being honest in that Frank gets very excited, and --"
Trump: "Why do you keep saying how honest you are? You know what honest girls don't do? Talk about how honest they are. Ask beautiful Nicole!"
Heidi: "Okay, the second half of that complex sentence that could use some editing is this: I want Frank to know I'm not saying this because I'm in the same situation you put me in every week, where you dick me around mercilessly because you know you could never possess me no matter how many times I fucked you or how much you paid me, which is zero in both cases because you don't even know how much ladder there is between you and me. I'm saying it because we share responsibility for this massive fuckup, but the reasons have to do with cheeseburgers and Proust and Dostoyevsky and literacy levels in the average American mindset, all of which --"
Trump: "... .Mmmmyou lost me."