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Nikki:
What the f*ck are you doing?

Heather:
Swimming.

Nikki:
Look, I'm sorry about what happened, but this is not f*cking cool.

Heather:
What happened?

Nikki:
I called you an a**hole. I kicked you out. I called you a whore. I'm sorry.

Heather:
[laughs] That's strange. 'Cause it seems like you and I are maybe playing the same cards.

Nikki:
Yeah.

Heather:
Last time I checked, you were living in a $5 million house. Now you're turning tricks for a sandwich.

Nikki:
I'm not turning anything.

Heather:
Tell me something though... out of everybody here, why her?

Nikki:
I don't think you understand my situation, OK? I'm about to get evicted from the Sahara Motel Inn. I'm selling my near-mint sweaters for nine bucks. And that club sandwich is gonna be the first thing I've had to eat all day. I don't really have time to be picky.