Tamra Judge

I mean, what are you going to do?

Lock your kids in their crate?

You know, you can't do that 24 hours a day and you're going to be talking shit about your friends 24 hours a day.

What else are you supposed to do when you're raising the kids?

I don't have kids and I do it all day long myself.

All right, so let's go pretend Heather and Terry have a healthy sex life.

Okay, we're at Heather and Terry's L.A.

penthouse.

Girl, anybody who has sex with Heather is going to start a forest fire because those legs rubbing together, it's either going to be the sound of crickets or something's going to start on fire.

She has Jack Christmas.

She'd look like Jack Christmas in that leather outfit this week.

Now, that said, I would kill for that thigh gap.

Pretty much, he makes flesh bots.

And if anyone's calling, who are you calling a robot, Heather?

Heather's pretty close.

I mean, Heather's like that personal assistant that just does nothing, like that AI personal assistant that just talks down to you.

Hey, could I have directions how to get to Javier's?

Well, if you want to go somewhere so low class and overrated, I will tell you how to get there.

The closest I will take Gina to a Michelin is a tire shop since she's already covered in tread marks.

So, um...