A very, very tall woman in a cream-colored coat and a bright pink scarf looks at her cell phone like she's already bored and waiting to hear from her broker. A guy who looks like Jesse Bradford's doughier, paler, less attractive third cousin gets off a bus. A black guy in shades gets into a taxi. A guy in a suit who's being shot from very far away as if they're afraid he's too gruesome to be viewed up close walks along the subway platform jauntily, doing the traditional Dance of the Muggable Tourist. The camera again (Jesus!) slides lecherously up the body of a black woman with frizzy light hair and great big sunglasses. Off the bus -- in a tube dress, no less -- comes Leggy Blonde Part II: The Return Of Leggy Blonde. A dork in a cab ties a bow tie. Shut up, Bow Tie Dork. The camera does a much shorter slide up the frame of Leggy Brunette. It takes less time to slurp over chicks with brown hair, you know. Smart-looking Asian woman takes her carry-on off the bus as Trump rattles off all the professions and walks of life they come from -- lawyers, entrepreneurs, venture capitalists, blah dee blah. Leggy Blonde Part III: A Leggy Blonde Christmas glides along in a cab. (You can't see her legs, actually, but you can bet Stumpy Blonde got negged somewhere around the second audition.) Trump claims that these people are "the best and the brightest of what America has to offer." America cringes. Canada? In hysterics. They're like, "Oh, my God, now I get why that one guy is President."