Heidi: "This show is a kind of violating experience. At least at Playboy they gave us lunch."
Trump: "KRISTINE YOU'RE FIRED! OH SNAP!"
Kristine: "Fuckin' what? Did I nod off again? I didn't even get to defend myself or anything. Did something happen when I was asleep?"
Trump: "You admitted the wrong number was your fault!"
Kristine: "No I didn't! Are you high? Am I asleep right now?"
Trump: "This is all too real."
Kristine: "Am I gonna get like, I don't know, an opportunity to...defend myself? Have a fucking conversation? Be involved in this process at all? Are you going to ask Nicole what the fuck she did on the task?"
Trump: "... .Mmmmyou lost me. FIRED! EVERYBODY OUT! I AM SCARY AND AUTHORITATIVE! SEE WHAT I DID JUST NOW! I AM ZEUS! I STRIKE WITHOUT WARNING!"

Trump: "That was a rough session!"
Don: "I don't even remember those two bitches' names, but I sure do think I need to say something about how great Frank is at working hard, so we don't look like total assholes."
Trump: "Yeah, and he's a fighter too. I don't like girls talking back but I like a guy who fights. Who fights women, I should say. That made me happy."

Kristine and Heidi are ever so gracious to their driver, and they lock eyes as they're driving away: Dude, that was so retarded. Frank's still sweating it; we're treated to the unholy sight of an Arrow Final Four. Over the music, Nicole's moronic grin and the spastic spring in her step give you an instant sound of "dur-dee-dur-dee-doo," and then that too is gone. "I think that Mr. Trump fired the right person, in my case," admits Heidi with a gorgeous smile. "I will be 'completely honest': I fumbled the presentation." She shrugs. "I'm not quite sure why he did fire Kristine, though. Frank and I should be in this vehicle right now." Kristine leans back and smiles guiltily. "I thought I could take Heidi down by running game on Nicole, and I wouldn't have to face her in the Final Two. But honestly, that is the best Final Two, so I screwed us both by splitting us up, and now we're both gone before the Final Four." She closes her eyes with a smile: "I'm sorry, honey." Heidi daps her knee without looking: "It's okay. I'll get you back." But you know she won't. They're Kinetic: She's just kidding.