Finally we have McKey. As you might have guessed from her Renaissance Faire wardrobe of a couple of weeks ago, McKey knows how to work a rusty chain. She climbs on a part of the windmill, and everyone loves it. Jay tells us that McKey is so good because she loves to try different things. She did everything, and did everything right. Upon her last frame, Jay exclaims that she's genius. And that's a wrap.

Back at home, Sam talks to McKey about how hard and painful it was to walk in the clogs. She confessionalizes that she did the worst she's ever done, then mock-punches herself in the head. Well, that's one way of dealing with your pain. Sam messed up and it sucks, but she hopes that Tyra sees something in her and keeps her in the competition. Meanwhile, Marjorie pours herself another glass of wine. She confessionalizes that she has to look relaxed at panel. Sam notes that she thinks Marjorie is drunk again. McKey just thinks that Marjorie is enjoying her new mentality. As Marjorie eschews her old ways every more with each sip, we head to commercials.

When we return it's panel time. Instead of doing anything involving windmills or the country or extreme hair and makeup Tyra poses in the same La Dolce Vita theme as always. In happy news, through some Photoshopping accident she has been given a club foot. In any case, there are prizes, there are judges. Ann Shoket is the guest judge. Tyra calls her sexy, after which Ann smiles widely. This is what keeps Seventeen coming back cycle after cycle, folks.

McKey is up first for critique in yet another cracked-out ensemble that everybody loves. Nigel likes her photo, saying that it's unusual and very different for her. Paulina thinks that her face looks phenomenal. Ann can't get enough of her legs. Tyra says that McKey is finding her signature, which is about strength and femininity at the same time. Marjorie is next. The thing about Marjorie is that she literally CAN just stand there and have a great picture. Miss J. thinks that her photo is 100% editorial. Paulina says that she looks like a UFO just beamed her down in the middle of the Dutch countryside. In a good way. Tyra says that although this picture stuck out to her, she wasn't very impressed with Marjorie's film. In fact, it seemed like Marjorie was shrinking a bit and was more introverted than usual. Marjorie just stands there expressionless, listening. Tyra points out that Marjorie is fighting her nerves, but now is flat. She gives the good tip that the opposite of nerves is not boring. Poor Marjorie doesn't know what to do. Maybe she actually did take a mild sedative?