i still don't know everyone's names, but i think i know them all by personality by now.
did stefan's shirt say "i make good baby"?
wow. this quickfire is way harder than the old taste test.
radikha couldn't get curry ingredients. interesting.
hosea "out-palated" stefan. i love made-up words.
please please please please send manscape home. please? he's a freakin' cartoon.
wow. everyone is making radikha cook indian food.
nothing on the "new" team makes sense together. bbq sauce? for what? yuzu sorbet?
with every second he is on the screen, i become more adamant that manscape must leave. what a buffoon. as long as it's someone else's idea, its a great idea. goof.
i mean, technically, on that count, he's right, of course.
i hate these sexual tension commercial breaks.
yes, colicchio is the pope. sure.
ok, last week, i forgot to mention, when pam saw jeff's lines, she said, "did that say he works at club dildo?"
two words for the idea of DIY sushi: crash, burn
OH GOOD! a surprise! everyone just loves surprise mushrooms! bye bye manscape.
does anyone see sushi in there? anywhere?
thank you dana.
that is a whole lotta carrot puree.
ariane scores again! the lamb is perfect! yay!
doesn't look blue. at all.
actually, blue and yellow come out green, fabio, not yellow and green make blue. close. but they bought it, i guess. if you take the yellow out of the green, it is blue. but it isn't like you put any two of them together and get the third. i don't think that's how it works. any refractologists out there that can clear this up?
the all boys team and the all girls team are the winners. interesting. speaks poorly for the benefits of sexual tension.
wow. they love the sorbet. stefan looks like he just got castrated.
aw, poor jeff. he thought he won. i bet they love sorbet at club dildo.
why did jamie think she won? no one said they loved the puree. no one even mentioned the puree.
you have to be kidding. "no one expected anyone but me to win"? serious? all i kept hearing was about the tomato sorbet and the lamb. let's see ... going through notes ... she cooked ... neither of those. hmmm.
ohhhhhh!!!! manscape falls on sword, gets up, falls on it again, gets up FALLS ON IT AGAIN! PLEASE put him out of our misery.
no no no no ... keep eugene. 86 manscape! please!!!!!
ooooo, tom whips out the "i'd love to send all three of you home" line. for dessert, a trio of crushed ego.
YAY!!!!! bye manscape!!!!! see ya!! can you please shave?
um, dude, you are allowed to grab the back of barry sanders' jersey. that's how tackling works, most often. apparently, he doesn't understand ANYTHING.
oooooo, michy on the previews! love her. can't wait till next week.