The segues into a bit about the rapid bonding that's happening among the groups, which of course serves merely as an ironic transition into the latest trial in the life of Charlie Askew and his social awkwardness. While Charlie had a bout of some brief but intense illness that had him laid out on the hallway floor for a while last night, his groupmate Curtis Finch, Jr. told us, "I'm here to send him home in the first place...so I can be on American Idol and not American Airlines." So I guess Curtis is not a church choir director. Fortunately for Charlie he recovered and seemed to pull it together. Just in time for Curtis to totally upstage both him and his other groupmate. Or at least he tries, but the other two can nail the high notes as well, and all four judges are on their feet after that. Randy summarily sends them all through, just like that.

Coming back, Micah Johnson and his group The Four Tones take the stage to sing "Hold On I'm Coming," and all four of them coast through (including Vincent Powell, Marvin Calderon, and David Willis). Young Love, featuring Zach Birnbaum, Nate Tao, the dreaded Cortez Shaw, and a Mohawk-pompadoured kid named Elijah Liu sing "Some Kind of Wonderful" in matching leather jackets and at least three of them go through, though I don't see Zach in the celebration room. Then another group blows the lyrics, and another, right after boasting about how easy their lyrics are. I don't know, though, they seem to be keeping up with subtitled words on the screen like "Forty deep, doughless sew my tiiiiiie." Unless those aren't the correct words, of course. By a non-unanimous vote, Paul Jolley and Will White from that group get to go on and the other two return to the obscurity they never really left.

Gupreet's group, B-Side (in other words, not Three Men and a Baby), is up next and Gupreet messes up the words too. But he sings "too never dingbat a dim dow away ba da da da da now" with such confidence and commitment that the judges don't seem to mind. The same can't be said of the rest of the group, though, and they end the song in full-on faceplant mode, complete with overlapping subtitles. Randy bitches about it, Nicki loved it because she loves Gupreet, and Keith announces apropos of nothing that his Sikh name would be Keith Turban. Deliberations take place over suspenseful "music" that sounds like someone's cell phone, and all four of them are through, even though Randy thinks it was "all parts terrible." So although Nicki gets her way and Randy warns, "Be better next time!" Nicki congratulates the real winners: "Good job, Idol judges!" She maintains afterward, in front of the guys, that it's not forgetting the lyrics...it's how you forget the lyrics.