Heidi: "Brochures are sales objects. They are designed from a number of elements, including text. The presentation of a sales object is not just about text, no matter how many times Frank screams that it is. We needed to work with the designer on the brochure."
Frank: "How much 'formatting' do you need? You type it in on a Word document! Whatever pops into your head!"
Heidi: "Are you fucking kidding me? All I wanted to do was a couple hours to convey our message and theme to the graphic designer, and make basic decisions about copy and the elements of design."
Frank: "I mean, your story is different every minute!"
Heidi: "Saying that doesn’t make it true. How is it different every time?"
Don: "Sometimes just saying it makes it true. At least, it now seems to me like you're contradicting yourself, simply because we haven't let you finish a goddamn sentence since this hellride started."
Heidi: "I am...so screwed."
Trump: "Yeah, isn't it hot? I'm getting a boner right now! I mean, uh, I'm worried about your standing here, Heidi."

Heidi: "You want honesty? This task has been probably one of the worst in my career as a professional. I am being wooed by the Chipmunks as we speak, on this task."
Frank: "Finally, you're admitting I'm blameless."
Heidi: "No. I am admitting that this is an embarrassment."
Trump: "And is that due to you, or Frank?"
Heidi: "For the hundredth time, I blame both of us. You fucking prune-assed old bitch."
Frank: "You blame me for not being able to give the presentation right now?
Heidi: "Frank, I blame you for taking ten hours on the video and needing constant supervision so that I can't think. I blame you for ganging up with these two douchebags to corner me so that I can't get a word in edgewise. I blame you for taking male privilege and beating me over the head with it in order to protect yourself. I blame you for needing to get revenge on me for not being Nicole, and on Nicole for not being your girlfriend, and on all women for not being your mommy. I blame you for seeing this disgusting, shady opportunity to use the Boys' Club to your advantage, and not avoiding it with grace and class, because you're desperate. I blame you because you will always be Arrow, and I will always be Kinetic, and there's nothing either of us can do to communicate across that gap. I blame you, because you have no incentive to do so."
Trump, Don, Frank: "... .Mmmmyou lost me."