So anyway, we're meant to believe that Much-Abused Rachel actually has the choreographic talent to replicate an infamous Bob Fosse routine right there in Fake Drama School's tiny little dance studio, and we're further meant to believe she thought it would be a terrific idea to pair that painstakingly rehearsed recreation with the dreadful "Oops!...I Did It Again." So far, so good. Relatively speaking, of course. The end result is, quite naturally, gruesome, though a large part of me believes that's intentional -- I mean, Rachel's supposed to blow the whole "sexy" thing here, yes? She's supposed to come across as awkward and uncomfortable and desperately uncertain of her own physicality, correct? We can't possibly be expected to think she's better at this sort of thing than, oh, say, all of her backup dancers, right? Right? I'm so confused.
Whatever. The number ends and -- as expected -- Drunk Kate Hudson shimmies her leotard down to her knees, squats, and takes a big, steaming dump all over it. Something in Much-Abused Rachel snaps at Drunk Kate Hudson's (justified) criticisms, and she shrieks, "You're just jealous of me! Of all of us! Because we have our entire careers ahead of us, and yours ended before it even began! We're the future, and you're just some YouTube joke!" Drunk Kate Hudson takes a moment to process Rachel's juvenile tirade, then throws her out of the class, permanently. I think I'm beginning to like Drunk Kate Hudson.