Miss J. tells the girls that they're the lucky four, and that a lot of it is hard work, but that some of it is luck as well. Miss J. says that Melrose reminds him of the girls who do calendar pinups and car modeling. HA! That is such an insult. Cut to Melrose saying that she's going to win. Miss J. then calls the twins the goofiest, dumpiest girls. I don't think he realizes that Michelle is gone. Amanda says that since she's the solo twin, the competition has changed for her. She's never done anything by herself, and really wants to be an individual. Miss J. says, "May the best bitch win." Well, Melrose is certainly the best bitch.

The girls return home to Tyra Mail. "Head up, shoulders back. It's going to be a stiff competition." Caridee, of course, thinks this means that she gets another male model to bone, and goes skipping off to her room to prepare. She puts on heels, along with a wifebeater and short shorts, and says that she knows her body and mind, and knows that she can dance; she just has to make sure she doesn't overthink it. She and Amanda practice together. Amanda says that she plans on practicing quite a bit tonight, because she needs it. Melrose, on the other hand, says that she's 100% confident that she's going to shine. She doesn't want to overpractice, because once you start dancing, it just kind of works. Oh, we'll see about that, dastardly Smell-rose.

Meanwhile, Caridee is dancing, Eugena is sleeping, and Amanda is getting ready for bed. Amanda interviews that the competition is getting tougher and tougher as there are fewer girls, and that she doesn't want to go home. We see "surveillance cam" footage of Amanda in her granny nightgown, practicing her flamenco dance moves. Hott. She says that she wants to win this, and that it's for Michelle. Michelle the impetigo-laden wrestler. Yeah, you heard it right. You want to make something of it? Commercials.