Jenthura kind of gets to me a little bit: "I get results. Sometimes I get a little tongue-tied...I'm human. I can lead people, people like to follow me." That part I sympathized with, like, Yeah, I talk like an idiot a lot of the time, but I'm obviously not an idiot, and it makes me feel like a jerk when I do it. Carolyn again hammers the whole "this is not a popularity contest" angle, and I haven't seen her go after anybody this hard ever. Even Melissa, she mostly just let her twist. Jenthura's like, "Okay, but you have to respect the other team players," and Trump defends her again to Carolyn: "I agree with her on that." Trump describes them as "almost exact opposites," because Kristi's too hard to work with, while Jenthura is a good leader in theory, but has trouble with "concepts" and is maybe not so good under pressure. Which, to be fair, we don't know, because she wasn't there. She's like, "Oh, I am good under pressure," and Trump's like, "Maybe so, maybe not, but not on this task." Then he fires Kristi.

Jenthura's near tears, Bill's eyebrows go sky-high, and Carolyn looks grossed out. Outside, Jen approaches Kristi, mumbling, "I'm sorry about…" and Kristi puts the final, surprisingly violent nail in the coffin of my love for her: "Shut. Up. I don't even wanna hear it, Jen." So not necessary, that. Even Toral -- who wouldn't hire you as her administrative assistant in the magical headquarters of Religious Fanatics Against Milkshakes* -- showed more class at that point in the day. Good Lord.