Heidi: "Frank needs a lot of direction and focus. He gets off task easily. His portion of a task is not the thinking-doing part, but the doing-doing part. We should have been an awesome team."
Trump: "Who did this brochure?"
Heidi: "If you're asking who fucked it up, the answer is Frank, via me. What you're looking at was completed fifteen minutes before showtime, because he --"
Trump: "Who did this brochure?"
Heidi: "Again, if you're asking who fucked it up, both of us. If you're asking who jury-rigged the design, I'm more than happy to claim --"
Frank: "So wait, I did the brochure and the video?"
Heidi: "No, if you're asking who planned the campaign itself, which was the task, then I did everything prior to the actual finished product, which is shoddy, thanks to both of us. If you're asking who hogged the goddamn computer all night working on the video while shrieking at me to finish the brochure, then the answer is --"
Frank: "HEIDI. Who designed the BROCHURE?"
Heidi: "WE DID IT TOGETHER, YOU UNBELIEVABLE CLOD."

Don: "Who approved this novel of text?"
Heidi, wordlessly: "That motherfucker right there who made me copy/paste it at quarter of?"
Frank: "Where am I? What are you talking about? Are you my mommy?"
Heidi: "Frank pushed it on the designer this morning, because he was antsy and we didn't have any time to deal with it, because he was unable to complete the three-minute video in under ten hours. I wanted to slow down and edit it and create something of worth --"
Frank: "I pushed it? Who cares? Who wrote it?"
Heidi: "If you're asking who wrote the copy, nobody did, because this isn't copy, which you still can't understand somehow even though we went around and around on this for twelve hours. If you're asking who pulled all the facts together, that's me. But if you're asking if we collaborated on it, rather than going our separate ways like Kristine and Nicole, I'm not fucking going down that way."
Don: "Either way it's still a crazy diatribe of facts and madness."
Heidi: "Either way that's not the point, but fucking fine. I wrote down the words that eventually had to go into the brochure, because we both managed our time poorly. If that's really the point, if Kristine being the one to type the numbers she didn't type, if the physical act of writing is the problem here, then yes."
Frank: "You just told him I wrote it! A second ago, when you said nothing of the sort!"
Heidi: "No, I fucking didn't. Are you playing stupid at this point?"
Trump: "Frank's ham-fisted emergent linguistic structures are working their magic. Women are liars. He's painting you as a liar and you're too smart to come down and tell us why you're not lying. It's not working. I think you're lying. I think you're lying and he's the salt of the earth."