Meanwhile, out in the hall, the McKinley kids are trying to eavesdrop on the deliberations through the door, and I really hope they can hear Ms. Landries as she complains, "Those Jane Addams girls? I'll be damned if I didn't apportion hundreds of thousands of taxpayers' dollars to that school so they can parade their behinds like a bunch of hoochie hos!" Candy ditzes something about appreciating New Directions' energy despite their obvious lack of rehearsal time, which allows Rod Remington to suave, "I have to admit I have a soft spot for The Rolling Stones -- I was at Altamont Speedway in '69! I actually saw that guy get stabbed! Can't get that image out of my noggin to this day." Wrong. So, so wrong. Hee! Candy's breathlessly impressed by Rod Remington's admission, but Ms. Landries wisely ignores it to continue to bitch about how pointless this entire competition is. "If I had to pick a group that I hated the least?" she begins, but we never get to hear the rest of her thought, for the camera's leapt back outside to the hall, where Artie glumly notes that it doesn't sound good for any of them. Barely have the kids had time to process that, however, when International Recording Artist Eve And Her Scraggedy-Ass Blonde Wig teeter down the hall towards them atop a precarious pair of pumps to confess to their Sue-inspired malfeasance, or whatever, and announce their intention to withdraw Jane Addams from consideration. Unfortunately, our lovely judges have already arrived at their decision, though we'll have to wait until after the final commercial break to find out how these dolts voted.