Nicole instead is forced by the Governator to reassess why she's here: she's not here to whine about pain, she's not here to worry about the yard, she's here to work for Donald Trump. Which I admire, I really do, that moment there. I mean, the part where this show is a joke is complicating, but generally: Go for it, girl. T-800 continues, telling them that success breeds attacks, but for every offense there's a defense: figure out how to defend against attacks, and you will win. Which is not so much advice as talking about the obvious in an obvious way, but that's how you get public office, John Kerry. What's most beautiful about this is how their bored nodding cannot be edited to be anything other than it is, so the music is forced to countermand their boredom by creating the illusion of awesomeness, and the power of their boredom is so deeply intense that the compensating excitement of the music is like watching somebody win a thousand lotteries and have a thousand orgasms all at once, or get struck by lightning on the subway, standing in a puddle of urine.