Claire: [on the phone] Is the baby awake right now? Where are you? Fatima: [on the phone] So I'm just learning how to pose now. Whitney: [in confessional] We always do a phone list and it's your job. You look at the time. When it's you know 8:45 you go in there and say "Hey, it's my time." That way it's your responsibility. If you miss it, it's your fault. [on the phone] Fabulous for me! Okay, I have to go. I'm getting yelled at. [in confessional] And Dominique misses her phone call I guess. Dominique: [in confessional] Nobody came to me to say anything to me. I would think that it would be common courtesy that they would be like "Okay, Dominique you can use the phone." because it's not just me checking in with my parents, I have a child. [to Whitney at the table with Claire, Lauren, Aimee and Stacy-Ann] All I'm saying is that there's some kind of miscommunication between me and Miss. Whitney because I never got the message from that you had to be there in by a certain time. Whitney: [in confessional] And Dominique says something about the phone list that I created and how she didn't get to talk to her child and she essentially blames it on me. Dominique: [to Whitney, Claire, Lauren, Aimee and Stacy-Ann] The point is... Claire: [to Dominique] Quit yelling at Whitney because it was not really her responsibility to tell people either. That's, like unfair to put it on her. Dominique: [to Claire] Well then whose responsibility is it for people to know? Lauree: [to Dominique] Everybody. Claire: [to Dominique] Yourself. Whitney: [in confessional] Dominique doesn't listen to anything that anyone says. I mean, it's so ridiculous to me. [to Dominique twitching her head] You.. missed.. your time! Dominique: [to Whitney] You know what? Don't twitch your head at me like that. Whitney: [to Dominique twitching her head] I can twitch my head however I want. You said something ridiculous! I went in and told every single person. Dominique: [to Whitney] All I'm saying... All I'm saying is that now we get the point so you don't need to talk to me like I'm stupid because you look silly. [Anya watches] Now I got the point. Whitney: [to Dominique] You look silly because you don't understand what happens. Dominique: [to Whitney] I think when you talk to people and the way you look at them, it's very disrespectful. Whitney: [to Dominique] I have no reason to respect you. Dominique: [in confessional about Whitney] I understand that Whitney is very ignorant towards some things so when you make comments like "I have no respect for anyone and that's why I roll my eyes at everyone." Sorry! It sounds like you just don't like people. [to Whitney whilst standing behind kitchen counter next to Anya] You're so pretty on the outside, but your attitude sucks. Whitney: Dominique, you have no education! You're absolutely ridiculous. Dominique: [to Whitney] I have more education than you... Whitney: [to Dominique] You speak all the time out of your ass. You are ridiculous. Dominique: [to Whitney] How much education do you think I have? Whitney: [to Dominique] How much education? Dominique: [to Whitney] I don't speak like that. Whitney: [to Dominique] It's obvious. Dominique: [to Whitney] Excuse me, honey. Lauren: Where does this conversation end? There's no significance in it at all. Dominique: [to Lauren] There is no significance when you're talking to a big brick wall who's, like, racist towards everyone and anyone. Whitney: [to Dominique] Excuse me?! I'm racist? [in confessional] Call me a bitch? Yeah, probably. But...don't call me racist. Like, I'm from the South, you don't joke about being racist. :[Katarzyna lies down and Marvita shakes her head in disapproval] It isn't funny, it's not a joke! [to Dominique] Are you kidding me?! Are you kidding me? My best friend is black! [commercial break] Dominique: [to Lauren] There is no significance when you're talking to a big brick wall who's, like, racist towards everyone and anyone. Whitney: [to Dominique] Excuse me?! I'm racist? Dominique: [in confessional about Whitney] She could be racist to a Jewish, white girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. She could be racist towards a Catholic girl with red and like green eyes. Whitney: [to Dominique] Are you kidding me?! My best friend is black! Dominique: [to Whitney] You think it's cool... Whitney: [to Dominique] I'M NOT...! Dominique: [to Whitney] ...that just because you have a black friend, that you can make derogatory comments to black people? Whitney: This has nothing to do with being black! [in confessional] Dominique definitely crossed the line when she called me a racist. Like, before I was sarcastic. "Dominique's dumb, whatever." But now, I'm like offended. [to Dominique] You don't know who I am! No! No! Call me anything else, but don't you ever call me that! Don't call me racist! Don't! [in confessional] I was angry, and I probably said some things that were super, super out of line. But, it's just, you have to use different tactics when you argue with different people, and arguing with Dominique is like yelling at a wall. Dominique: [to Whitney] And you look like all of thirty, and act like you're twelve. [leaves the room] Whitney: [way beyond angry] WHERE'S THE SARAN WRAP?!

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