Margarita Levieva: Heather
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 asshole. 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.