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The Apprentice, Week 10: Domino's Pizza and Meatballs
Original Air Date: 4/4/05
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O-kkkay, Trump’s housekeeper is wearing a little French maid’s outfit. While the others pretend to gush over the golden palace that is his apartment, Kendra seems more amused than impressed: “Trump’s pad was bling bling. Trump must have been a rapper in a former life, because I have never seen so much gold trim in my entire life.” When Trump descends the stairs, all I can wonder is if he’s ever laid a big giant fart in his gold apartment and then giggled.
The team makes lame small talk with Trump and tries their best to look interested in his story about needing a special crane to lift his heavy dining room table in through the window. Woo. Tana is thrilled to be able to show him her personality, which, I have to say, in her case is actually a good thing. Craig, I’m not so sure about.
Inside the suite, Stephanie corners Alex. She wants the two of them to gang up on Chris in the boardroom. Trapped, Alex blinks and blinks and blinks, and then in a quite gentlemanly way, tells Stephanie to piss off. Turns out, he’d rather see Stephanie leave over temper-tantrum boy: “But Chris is a giant unturned huge stone—under which is a great sculpture.” Man, Alex and those metaphors. Then he says that Stephanie has “used up everything she has.” Whewee, that’s just as mean as John Gafford calling her “nothing more than a fluffer.”
In the boardroom, Trump asks Alex what it feels like to be a big loser, and Alex cleverly sidesteps the question. Then Trump wants to know what wackiness Chris has been up to this week. Stephanie responds, “Chris is very difficult to manage…Basically, he threatened Alex while I was in Brooklyn.” God, honey, DON’T bring up the fact that you went to Brooklyn.
Just don’t.
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Alex explains that he felt Chris was about to throw a punch at him. I dunno. I was only sort of there, but I really didn’t see Chris about to do anything except maybe sprinkle some extra pepperoni on the pizza. I’m losing respect for Alex minute by minute on this one. Chris rolls his eyes, “I’m not going to hit him; that’s ridiculous.”
Trump wants to know if Stephanie saw the exchange, and she explains proudly, “No, I was not there; I was delivering pizza to workers in Brooklyn.” George gets the same look of befuddlement. Someone start ringing the death knoll.
Mother Angie stands by Chris, but at this point her opinion about him doesn’t really mean anything. I mean, honestly, even a serial killer’s mom would stand by her son all the way to the electric chair.
Trump brings up the whole tobacco chewing thing, but sadly the ensuing conversation doesn’t make it to the knee-slapping heights that it did before. Instead, Trump diverges into an attack against Stephanie, “Do you think you’re tough enough to handle this group? This is a tough group.” Stephanie thinks she is. Angie though begs to differ: “Not at this level.” “No, not at this level,” Trump agrees. Well, seems like that decision has been made then.
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Trump must have been a rapper in a former life, because I have never seen so much gold trim in my entire life.
