Ramsay kicks aside Joseph's apron aside and says it's a shame. Back to the business at hand. We still have to eliminate one contestant. The nominees: Lovely, Tenille, Tony and Andy. Both of the men failed at their respective entrée stations (fish and meat). Ramsay asks "Dumbo" Lovely why she failed. She foregoes answering his question, spitting out some nonsense about her drive, passion, and strength. Tenille admits she messed up a single shrimp but otherwise insists she is a good chef. Andy tries to justify his chicken nugget disaster by saying he has the potential in him to be great. Tony says, and I quote, "I love to make things taste... uh... really good." Well then! Ramsay drops his head and massages his temples in frustration before announcing that Tony will be the one to go. I guess his passionate plea just wasn't enough. Who woulda thunk? Tony makes a graceful-ish exit... until he claims he has "the palate of a god." See! That's what he should have said a few seconds ago.

Ramsay reassigns Robert to the men's team and bids everyone good night. The contestants can barely contain their excitement titters as they go back to the dorm and marvel at Joseph's tornado of rage-sanity. They also discuss the change-up with Robert and the men perpetuate this nonsensical farce that he's a talented chef with drive and ambition, who will help their team instead of just being himself -- a useless lump. Robert also says that he doesn't care whether he's "on the Red Team, the Blue Team, the Black Team, the Pink Team... the team with no shirts on." And I don't even think I need to write the joke one for that one. Plus I couldn't if I wanted to because I'm too busy dry-heaving.