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The Apprentice, Week 10: Domino's Pizza and Meatballs
Original Air Date: 4/4/05
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Inside the mobile cart, Chris is making pizzas while Alex chats gallantly with the ladies. I’m not sure where Angie is and why Chris is handling the whole load himself, but that seems awfully unwise. The steam is already coming out of his ears as he lectures Alex, “How many pizzas do we need total? That’s what I need you to keep track of.” His voice starts reaching squeak level, until Alex gets all up in his grill to say, “No, no, no, no, shhhh. Dude, you need to stop yelling at me.” This is clearly not the way to handle Chris, so it turns into some lame schoolyard brawl that is essentially like two guys circling each other, sniffing and yelling, “Oh yeah? Oh yeah?” “Hold me back, man, hold me back!”
Finally, Chris puts an end to their standoff with “Don’t ever talk to me like that again. You need to get the f*** out of my face.” And then Alex walks the two feet back to his station. Now really, I’ve had bigger fights with old ladies on the street. And yet, Alex complains, “Chris threatened me today.”
Carolyn Kepcher swings by and tries out some pizza. Stephanie, who is obviously looking to commit career suicide, sidles up to Carolyn to brag, “We have been extremely busy. I just came back from delivering pizzas, we committed to guys in Brooklyn.” Carolyn looks absolutely befuddled.
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As they head back, Alex starts whining to Stephanie about Chris’s outburst. “What was weird was that Chris literally screamed at me…he said get the ‘F’ out of my face.” Now how exactly is it weird that Chris was screaming?
Inside the boardroom, the teams meet up with Trump. Net Worth is quite confident over their pizza selling savvy, but they only sold $523.90 worth, while Magna sold $653.12. Turns out, it was how Magna targeted businesses and not just people on the street that did the trick. Well, hell, I could have told them that. Their reward is to have breakfast with Trump at 8 a.m. in his apartment. Ugh, 8 a.m. That would be such a bad idea for me, as Trump would have to see me all crusty-eyed and yawning over waffles.
Up at the suite, decimated Net Worth starts to conspire. Stephanie tells Angie, “Did you know he threatened to beat up Alex?” Oh, for heaven’s sake. It’s like a bad game of Operator. It gets even more twisted when Angie confides in her old teammates, Chris and Tana, and whispers, “He threatened to kick Alex’s a**. That’s what the gossip is.” Chris, of course, goes to confront Alex and stays remarkably calm, considering that he’s insane. Everything they say is punctuated with the word “dude,” which is a male way of expressing, “I’m mad at you, but we have a bond, because we both have penises.” The girl equivalent of this unfortunate affliction is to start every statement with, “Um, no offense, but…”
Alex honestly thinks that Chris was going to “take a swing” at him, and Chris is sorely disappointed by this good-looking man. “The fact is, if you’re not being honest with yourself, you’re not being honest with yourself.” Well, okay. That’s confusing logic, but I guess you can’t argue with it.
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Don’t ever talk to me like that again. You need to get the f*** out of my face.
