No doubt about it. The nuts left the insane asylum last night. They cooked, they dished, they wrestled, they attended an ancient ristualistic rite of purification and mysticism through head shaving. And generally acted like jug heads and dolts.
Biggest Jug Head: Cliff, for getting thrown off the show. Bullying gets you nowhere, man.
Second Biggest Jug Head: Ilan. You'll never be cool like Yule, dude, so don't even try.
Third Jug Head: Elia, for confusing humor with stupidity. Sinead O'Connor has been over for, like, decades, girlfriend. Least you could have done was donate all that that gorgeous hair to a cancer patient for a wig.
Frankly, I think you jug heads look ridiculous.
Laughing all the way to the bank: Marcel. His foam is rising to the top. Who'd have thunk?
"You can save me, man. Please. Please. Please. Please! PLEASE!"
Amazingly, they cooked well last night and the right person got sent home. Too bad we couldn't sample the dishes.
Oh, and congrats, Sam, for winning another quickfire challenge. Next time you plate, dude, wipe the smears off the side of your dish. They look somewhat unappetizing.